Full Summary: The Holy Grail Agency, or most commonly known as the H.G.A, is a league of heroes that obviously try and save the world. Lead by the notorious Marie Antoinette, the H.G.A settle in Fuyuki due to the recent climb in crime and Mana activity. Jeanne d'Arc, your average semi-poor girl, is recruited after nearly being killed by Beserker-type villain. Although she is quite new to the superhero world, she hopes to be able to protect her city.

Rating: T for maturer teens because of conflict and action and so on.

Disclaimers: Talk of Religion at times (Because Jeanne is a religious figure), blood, action, every thing that goes hand in hand with Superheroes and villains? Mass destruction maybe.

~Author's note~

Welcome to my new story! The Holy Grail Agency! I hope you all like it and please enjoy the prologue!

Sincerely,

~Ms. AtomicBomb

Okay, so this wasn't exactly what she thought of when they say "Superhero". Usually, you have to be rich, bitten by a radioactive insect, undergo a mutation or be an alien. In fact, the majority of the super heroes she knew of—with the exception of the one that used to be in the KGB or something—had undergone this process. Either way, she did not expect to become a superhero after finding an old banner in her grandfather's attic.

She never thought of being on the roof top of a sky scraper with a banner in her hand and a holy sword sheathed and strapped to her hip. Or even having a partner with a red lance in hands.

"Remember, try not to ruin the city this time around," Jeanne heard the voice of the agency's head through the phone.

"I'll make sure not to let the Hound run wild," Jeanne laughed as she glanced over at her partner, who had a visible frown on his lips.

"I count on you, Pucelle."

Jeanne widened her smile and nodded, "And I won't let you down, Marie." She hung up the phone and strapped it to her hip, next to her sword.

"Well, little lass, are you ready?" The man with the blue mask over his red eyes winked at her.

Jeanne lifted an eyebrow and then looked down. The cars were many, many meters away, but she was not scared of heights, unlike the man next to her. He could deny it all he wanted, but it was evident that he did not like looking over a sky scraper.

A smile grew on her lips as she turned her head over to the masked man, "Ready when you are!" They both jumped off the building and carried to the next. The lights of the city lighting their path as they hurried after the police sirens.

:~~~~~A few months prior~~~~~:

Jeanne hummed a song as she began to clean up the attic. Her grandfather had gone on and on about cleaning it out for the last few weeks and they were finally doing it. She was about halfway into cleaning the attic with the help of one of her older brothers when her little brother ran past them with a flag rooted to a flag pole on his hands. He waved it about and giggled every time he past the two teenagers.

"Pierre, put that darn thing down." The deep voice of her brother Jean resonated in the attic as he was upset with the behaviour of the little boy.

Jeanne shook her head and looked down at the brunette boy with freckles on his cheeks, "Don't listen to him, he's just cheesed that he didn't get to go out with his friends and has to be helping us clean instead." Her eyes then landed on what she had previously thought was a flag until she noticed it was a banner. A simple white banner. There was nothing on it, just simply white.

Jeanne crouched down to the level of her little brother and smiled at him, "What's that, Pierre?" She questioned in a sweet voice, "Where'd you get it?"

Huge violet eyes stared at her intently, then a plump hand lifted as the little child pointed at a corner in the room, "It's a flaggie! I got it from the corner and grand-père said that I could have it! S'il vous plait? Pleaseeee? Jeanne, please?"

The teenager grinned and nodded, "Okay, but when you're done with it, bring it to me." For some reason, she wanted to extend her hand and take it from her little brother, but she resisted the urge for she knew it would cause tears to weld in the child's eyes.

"You shouldn't encourage him, Jehanette." Her older brother gave her a short glare.

She gave him a disappointed look and crossed her arms over her chest, "He's just a child. Plus, you should probably start warming up to him."

"Yeah, well one more year of this and I'm gone to Pierre et Marie Currie. Far away from Fuyuki."

"Well, it's quite obvious you hate us," Jeanne never liked the idea of her brother leaving for France. Whenever he mentioned that, she became upset for she knew he wanted to be more like Jacques and Catherine—their older siblings.

"Gosh, sis, it isn't like I'm leaving you forever. Goodness, all you ever talk about is how I'm betraying you. I get it, you don't want us to leave, but it isn't like I'm going to stab you in the back."

Jeanne took a deep breath, "Whatever, let's talk about this some other time. I don't fight right now."

Jean groaned, "You were the one who started it."

The female set down the vase she had in her hand and rubbed her face before turning to leave, "You're the one that wants to ditch us."

The dark haired male threw what sounded like a book on the floor, "Stop it! I'm not ditching you! Don't you understand? I'm tired of all of this. I want to get out of this place, I hate being stuck in a small house with my entire family because we can't afford a bigger place. I'm sick of all of this. If I go to Marie Curie, I'll be able to get us out of this mess." He had walked closer to his sister and landed a hand on her shoulder, "I'm not like Jacques or Cat, I promise that it is all for the family."

Jeanne looked up at him and sighed, "I… Okay."

"Let's finish cleaning up now, yeah?" His voice was much warmer and inviting, probably his attempt to cheer his sister up.

The younger of the two teenagers nodded and then they proceeded to finish cleaning up and getting rid of things that they thought were unimportant. It was about ten in the evening when they had finished and looked upon their accomplishment.

"Okay, let's take this stuff downstairs and check with grand-père if he really needs them." Her brother stretched a bit before lifted the box and descended the attic stairs, soon followed by Jeanne. They had not spoken to each other much after the small argument they shared and she did not know if she could talk to him normally for another day or two. They usually got into nasty fights, but this one was different—it was much more personal.

"Pierre!" Jeanne called out to her little brother which she seemed to have not seen since the early afternoon when he was waving the flag about. Her brows furrowed after she had not heard his response and she called his name again and again and then she turned to her grandfather, "Grand-père, do you know where Pierre is?"

Her grandfather smiled and nodded, "He went outside to play."

Jeanne's eyes grew a little wider and she looked checked her phone, "At ten at night?" She let out a sigh and exited the house.

She ran around the small house a few times and after not finding anything, her heart beat was starting to speed up and she was letting her imagination run wild and frighten her. She ran down the street for a while and she could feel her heart in her throat and ringing in her ears. She was breathing heavily when she saw two figures at the end of the street, an older man with a child holding his hand. Jeanne's breath hitched and she ran as fast as she could to catch up to them.

"Who are you?" Jeanne called out as she had realized that the man was holding her little brother's hand—in fact, the person was about her age.

The orange haired male turned about in a quick motion and black eyes came in contact with her violet ones, "Hmm?" He raised a dark eyebrow.

"What are you doing with my brother?" She balled her hands into fists for fear that he would catch a glimpse of her rough shaking.

The young man smiled—sarcastically—and then let go of the little boy's hand, who seemed to have been dazed, "Oh, he's your brother? I saw him wondering about all alone in the dark. I was going to take him to the police station."

"Thank you…" Jeanne sighed in relief seeing that the young boy before her did not seem like a threat, but there was something that did not feel right.

The orange haired male smirked and then bowed, "Ryuunosuke Uryuu, nice to meet such a lovely girl as yourself and a cute little kid."

Jeanne took Pierre's hand in hers and then took the banner from his hands as well. It was odd that the little child was still holding on to it, "Um, thank you," she gave a courteous smile although she did not like the feeling he gave off.

There was a long silence that filled the space between them and even Pierre was keeping silent.

"Hey!" She never thought that being scared by her older brother would be the best thing that ever happened to her. Although she jumped a foot in the air, the familiar voice of her brother washed relief over her and she let out a silent sigh.

They bid the man a farewell after Jean had looked him over and even shot him a dirty look before turning to leave with his younger siblings. Upon being far from the male enough, her brother turned to her and glared, "Jehanette, what is wrong with you? You cannot run off like that at such a late hour and not wait up for me. What if something happened to you too? Can you really trust that man?"

Jeanne was taken aback by such a sudden outburst but she slowly dropped her gaze for her older brother was completely correct, "Pardonnez-moi…"

"Yeah, whatever, just be careful next time. And you, Pierre. Do not run off like that again—you can get injured or worse! Never leave the yard and go inside as soon as the sun is beginning to set."

The little boy also hung his head and once they had reached the small house, he ran up to the room that the two boys shared and forgot about the banner he had been holding.

Jeanne ran her teeth over her lower lip as she ascended the stairs with the banner in hand, she set it against the wall close to her bed and closed the door behind herself. She fell on the lavender bed exhaled deeply, "Wow…that was scary…" Her voice was strained as she had been scared to death and even at the edge of tears at the fact that her brother had disappeared.

It wasn't long until sleep over took her and her eyes closed shut on their own accord. It was mid-dream when she heard a sweet yet strong voice call her name. At first, she was much too deep asleep to even make an effort to wake up, but a light shun and she could feel the warmth as it radiated from it. Her violet eyes slowly opened and she took note that there was a bright figure before her.

She squinted her eyes and slowly sat up, as her pupils were still much too dilated to accustom to the bright light, "Jean, go to bed," she groaned and turned away down from the light and laid back so that she was able to go back to bed.

"Jeanne," Alright, so her brother's voice was not that soothing, but there was no way it could be anyone else considering how fluently the person spoke. Her grandfather's voice would be rough and her little brother would sound quite childish and even slur her name.

Giving up, she sat up again and tried to keep her eyes open, even if the light was blinding her, "What is it, Jean?" She yawned and stretched her arms.

"It is not Jean," the voice spoke.

Jeanne receded a little on her bed and covered her body with the sheets, "Who are you?"

"I AM." The answer was strong, but the voice was gentle, "Jeanne, I have chosen you to help the people. Are you willing to put your life at risk for the lives of others?"

"What?" Her mind was now fully awake and functioning, even as her eyes were hoping to adjust to the light still, "What?"

"Save the people and I will help you," the voice said and then the banner was placed in front of her, "Take this with you and it will help you. You are able to choose, my dear; just choose what your heart feels is right."

Jeanne kept silent as she looked down at the banner; the flag was no longer white, instead it was decorated with fleur-de-lis and a figure of Jesus in the center. Her pale hand was already reaching for the decorated pole of the banner but she stopped herself. This had to be a dream, right?

Her hand reached out again and she touched the pole this time. The iciness of it leaking into her skin and as soon as her hand landed on the staff, the light disappeared and the banner became what it was once; a simply white sheet of fabric tied to a metal rod.