August 2nd - 8:00 pm

- Third person pov -

She flicked her ever so beautiful wavy gray hair back. It wasn't particularly long, it was just below her shoulders. The ends of her hair were faded red. It was beautiful just like her. Everyone always thought she was looked outstandingly gorgeous, especially because she always smiled. Always. But they didn't know that she had something to hide. A gift- or rather, a curse. She had killed an innocent person with this supernatural power... With those hands.

As she sat on the balcony, legs hanging off the edge, sighing deeply. There were people out there like her, she knew it- she felt it. Slowly, she lifted up her hand and a sphere which was made out of the air around her, was twirling above her palm. It was blue and transparent, it looked gorgeous, but it was deadly and she knew it. She was able to manipulate the atmosphere and liquids around her.

There was only one person that knew of this power and that was her father. He was not a kind man, he kept her locked inside their house so that she could never harm anyone no more. If he'd seen her use her powers once again, he'd go mad. He was a widow, as she was the one who killed his wife... Her mother.

August 3rd - 2:00 am

'I saw you do that... that thing again, even though I told you to NEVER EVER do it again.' He yelled at her, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her downstairs. Tears slowly streamed down her face while she tried to get back on her feet, but instead her legs just flailed around and bumped into various objects before she was fully thrown down the stairs. He saw what she did on the balcony, he hated it. It reminded him of how she killed his wife. She was no longer a daughter to him. She was trash, much like the rats living in the sewers. She meant nothing.

'I wish you would just disappear,' he stated before turning around and slamming the door behind him. She was now in her own room, it had bars behind the windows and the room didn't feel much like a bedroom. It looked like a luxurious prison.

She heard a knock on the front door, which made her shoot up and open the door.

'...Clue what you're yabbing about, kiddo.' What was that about?

'Sir, I insist I talk to your daughter. She might have something we need,' a young voice said, probably her age.

'EH?! Did she steal something? That good for nothing piece of-'

'No, no, she didn't steal anything! I'm saying...'

'You can't talk to her,' he suddenly sounded calm, before slamming the door in that guy's face. She heard some muffled talking and it made her curious. Did they come for her? Did she have something that belonged to them? How would that even be possible? She owned close to nothing apart from the black ruffled dress she was wearing. she had black short shorts underneath and wore red ankle boots with low heels.

She popped onto her bed and curled up into a ball. It made her look pathetic, which she already thought she was. She'd killed innocent people with her hands. She felt tears slowly slipping out of the corners of her eyes, this once, she just let them run free. She was too tired to care and soon drifted into a dark and lonely dream.

August 3rd - 4:00 am

'Miss?' As she carefully opened her eyes, she saw a blurry figure hanging inside of her room, holding onto the bars in front of her window. When her vision was fixed and focused, she yelped and jumped backwards, rolling off the bed. She was about to yell, that person had scared her... How did he even get in?

The person in front of me tackled me and put his hand over my mouth.

'Shhh, it's alright. I'm not here to hurt you, I promise.' He then removed his hands and scanned her body. "Although it's obvious someone else already has," he thought, looking at his small and fragile body, covered in bruises and cuts. Her hair half covering scratches on the side of her face.

'What do you want? Are you that man from earlier?' He tilted his head, then when he saw her scared expression, he smiled at her.

'I'm Allen Walker and I'm here to take you away.' He held out his hand, waiting for her to shake it. But she sat there, on the ground with her legs crossed, no clue what to do or say. She wasn't so much shocked, but scared. Was this a trap? Is she safe with him?

'Mirai Jensen,' she softly responded. She was such a beautiful lady. Allen looked down, realizing he was still sitting on her so he quickly got up, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

'U-uhm, excuse me, miss Jensen.' She shook her head.

'Dad has done it many times, it's fine. It wasn't too unpleasant.' She now smiled. 'Why and where are you taking... me?' she continued.

'To our headquarters... The Black Order. I think you'll fit in.' She mumbled something under her breath, saying something along the lines of "I belong here, it's a punishment for what I did." But Allen pretended he didn't hear. He grabbed her hand instead.

'But miss-' 'Call me Mirai.' 'Mirai, you have a gift, and where I'm about to take you, is a place filled with people like you.' Her eyes started to sparkle. She wasn't alone... She'd known all along. He took his hand and he pulled her back on her feet.

Allen closed his eyes and opened up a portal. 'Is there anything you need before you leave?' She seemed lost in thought before doubtingly saying a soft "no." They both stopped into the portal.

'We will help you with your powers, I promise. I know it seems like a curse and that you don't know how to use it; but I can assure you, we were all just like you.' She looked at him and nodded. They soon disappeared into nothingness, off to this so called Black Order.

August 3rd - 4:30 am

They'd arrived. They transported right in the center of the building. Nobody was around, seeing as it was 4:30 am. She was hungry and tired. Malnourished rather. Her father never gave her much to eat, only the leftovers he couldn't finish. As she walked down the stairs with Allen, she tried to grip the wall, bending over. Her insides were hurting, she needed food. Her mind was going crazy as well. She ended up in a strange place with a random guy by stepping inside a portal? She didn't seem anything but indifferent, she was just starving and thinking if she made the right choice.

'Mirai? Are you alright?' He seemed concerned, legit concerned not like dad, who'd snort a laughter after the question.

'Y-yeah. I'm- uh,' she fell to her knees, placing both hands on the sides of her head. Allen got on his knees and placed his hand on her knee.

'I promise it'll all be okay, I'll take care of you. After all, I was assigned to stay by your side.' He swooped her off the ground and held her in his arms as he carried her into her new room- or rather... their room. As Kanda moved to a different department and there were no rooms left... They shared a room. He opened the door and placed her on her bed.

'Ah, the famous Jensen. We were expecting you.' A purple haired man appeared inside the door, slowly drinking his coffee.

'Ah Komui! I believe she's sick and wounded. We should tend to her as soon as possible.' The man in the door nodded and passed him a medic kit, then left again.

'Uh- I- I never passed my medical exam!' Allen cringed as he hoped Komui would turn around, which he of course didn't. Unfortunately the nurse was sick and the two other people living in that building, who knew how to tend wounds, were on a mission. It also wasn't unusual for a man to take care of a woman's wounds, but it just didn't happen often.

'So do you know who I am and what we are?' Mirai blinked several times, not understanding the question.

'Haha, I bet not. I- we, in this building are mainly Exorcists, we... simply said, fight evil. Not just evil, we fight Akuma, demons. We use our Innocence to fight them, save them from their suffering. Our goal is to defeat the Earl once and for all. But we'll enlighten you throughout your days here. You'll have to follow a few classes as well, we all do. But for now, I'll have to- eh, check your body for any wounds. We need our exorcists healthy.'

He shakingly put one hand on Mirai's shoulder, trying to slip off her dress. She flinched and slapped his hand away.

'DON'T TOUCH ME.' She soon looked back at Allen, blushing. 'I- Oh.. I'm so sorry.' Allen softly smiled. 'It's okay.' He had a fair idea what her dad did to her, it made him angry, but he wouldn't show it. He was intrigued by her, he wanted to know more about her.

'Let's get something to eat first, I'll have Lenalee take care of it later.' He walked out the door on his way to the kitchen.

She laid back on her bed and turned to see a black curtain separating the room they shared. An attempt on privacy, she'd assume. Her eyes became heavy as soon as her head hit the pillow and soon everything became black.