Disclaimer: I do not own 07 Ghost other than the plot and the characters who are not in the original story.

Author note: So, this is my first 07 Ghost… Be nice! And advice is always welcome!

Summary: A girl who is half dead is found by the Bishops, and is taken to the church. This mysterious girl seems to know more than she tells. Someone—or people—are chasing her, and she is afraid of being dragged back to a dark prison. However, she is determined to finish a secret mission that includes a certain Ayanami.

One

General POV

Frau sighed as he leaned against the wall and watched the children playing. Today was the day that he had to watch over the kids. He didn't hate the job, but he disliked the fact that he could be doing something more… productive. Like reading the new porn magazine that he had brought over.

But, the kids were having fun, and that made it up for him. They laughed and giggled, chasing each other through the grass. He didn't notice the odd figure until a little girl screamed. The voice was familiar to him, like she was his own child.

Fast and quick, he headed towards the little girl, Rafael. She began crying, and her screams seemed never ending.

Frau, now a professional at taming animals and kids, lifted her up and patted her back, rocking her back and forth.

"Shh… It's alright… Rafael… What's wrong?" he asked.

Without a word, Rafael merely twisted around and pointed at a dark figure coming towards the church. It almost moved as if it was possessed by a Kor, dragging itself around. Calmly, Frau set Rafael down and set his hands on her shoulders.

He looked straight into her eyes as he said, "Rafael, listen. First, go round up all the children and take them back in. Tell them that it was me who told them to do so. Then, go straight back to Bishop Castor and Bishop Labrador and tell them this: ignis."

Rafael nodded, and shot away, her legs the fastest among the group of children. The blonde watched as the girl rounded up all the children and rushed them back into the church. Frau stood up and turned, ready to face this strange thing.

"O Lord, you are my lamp. The Lord turns my darkness into light," Frau muttered as he pulled out his Bascules. "And so give the being before me light, and purify darkness into light."

A ray of light beamed before is shined towards the subject. However, before it hit, his Zaiphon disappeared. There were no 'poof' or flashing lights, but just emptiness. One second it was there, and the next, it was gone. Frau's expression turned cold. What had that monster just done?

"Frau!" Labrador called. "What the emergency?"

"Ha?" Frau turned on his arrogant smile. "What emergency?"

Castor stopped right before smacking Frau in the head. He noticed the uneasiness in Frau's eyes. "What is it?"

Instead of saying anything, Frau simply looked out towards the landscape. Both pair of eyes landed on the thing that was now only about a hundred meters away.

"Oh my," Labrador gasped, covering his mouth. "By the love of God, what is that?"

Castor grimaced. "I'm not sure, but if it comes towards the church and poses a danger—"

The figure almost immediately stumbled down onto the ground. They could see black hair gently floating down onto the ground. The three of them looked at one another, as if debating what they should do.

"A girl," Frau said, "Definitely. Let's go."

Labrador hesitantly stopped Frau. "How do you know for sure?"

The pervert bishop flashed Labrador a grin. "I've held many girls, and adored them from a far—Ow!"

Castor rubbed his palms, sore from hitting such an idiot rock, and said, "Let's go."

A black mist swirled around the three of them, and then all turned into the figure of the Seven Ghosts. Their movements were incredibly fast as they approached the creature with great caution. As soon as they were in arms length, they turned back to their human forms.

"See!" Frau burst. "I told you!"

The one lying in front of them was a girl, only sixteen or eighteen by her looks. Her hair was coal black, the darkest color any of them had ever seen. Her half-open eyes revealed her grayish blue eyes, which showed wisdom and experience. She was sprawled on the ground, her hair tangled with mud and soot of some sort. She wore nothing but a loose dirt brown jacket, and was barefooted.

"We should take her back to the church," Castor concluded, "And inform the Head Priest of this."

"Are you sure? The flowers whisper that she is just a traveler—"

"Labrador," Castor said harshly. "I respect your flowers and their truth, but we must inform the Head of anything that happens."

"Hmm," Frau scratched his head. "I agree with Lab… She doesn't seem harmful in any way. But how about we debate about this after we get her treated? Her arm… It's twisted in the wrong way, isn't it?"

The three of them nodded each other, and when Frau leaned down to lift her up, Labrador slapped his hand away. The blonde glared at the child-resembling Bishop as he said, "Castor, if you may."

Sighing, Bishop Castor lent down and lifted the girl's body. Her jacket slid down slightly, and Castor froze as he saw a tattoo imprinted right above her left collarbone.

"Castor?" Labrador asked. "What—Oh."

Frau peeked over, and he stopped breathing. "Impossible."

The print was something that had stopped all of their movements. It was a mash of all of the Seven God's signs, and it seemed as if it was a part of her.

The spiky-haired blonde grimaced as he said, "Looks like she isn't going to the Head Priest."

The Girl

The girl moaned as she rolled in the bed, pain pinching everywhere on her body. She had not expected the fall to cripple her to this point. She slowly opened her eyes, and became face to face with a blonde man. His blue eyes made her gasp in shock; they were full of darkness.

"Hey, brat!" he said cheerfully, despite her surprised look. "So you're finally awake!"

Her first instinct was to kick him away from her, which she did. Then, she sprinted fast for the windows, before she felt someone grasp her collar, pulling her back from falling out.

The man gave a 'tsk' as he reeled her in, scolding, "Do you really want to die that much?"

Someone smacked Frau, and the girl looked up to stare into brown eyes that were coated with kindness. Behind that man was a slightly white-ish purple haired boy with violet eyes. He smiled and reached his hand out, which she took reluctantly. She gently fluttered down onto the ground, and sat down on the bed, hesitant.

"I'm very sorry that Frau—the idiot blonde over there—was so rude to you," the brunette smiled as he sat down on a chair. "My name is Castor, that over there is Labrador and we're all Bishops of this church."

The black haired girl felt herself relax almost immediately at the thought of a church, but then stiffened when she felt a curious gaze linger on her. She looked sideways and saw Frau almost glaring at her.

"I ask that you stop with the stares," she said. "It is… uncomforting."

The three men's expression changed almost immediately at her voice which resembled twinkling bells. Even she, herself, was memorized by her own voice, which she had not heard in a while.

"There are many questions that we wish you hope to hear from you," Castor said almost immediately. "Please, if you don't mind… Your name, age… Where you are from… The basics, that'll help us figure out what to… do with you."

"And that tattoo," Frau said, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. "I demand that you tell us about that too."

Labrador gently held her hand, and smiled softly. "You can tell us the truth."

Almost on instinct, Melissa slapped her hands away. She was not afraid for herself, but merely for them. It was a habit; she was not used to people touching her.

"I will tell you everything," she whispered, "when I see you deserve to hear it… Profe."

The three men froze, and Melissa stood up, her eyes no longer afraid. She stretched and stared down at the men.

"Zehel, Feist… I ask for clothes," she stated. "And for now, you may call me… Melisa."

Castor and Frau stared at the girl, Frau's mouth gaped open. Labrador sighed and pushed them off out the door. Labrador paused and turned back, but sighed as he left the room after he met Melisa's furious eyes.

As soon as they disappeared, Melisa tumbled onto the floor, sobs climbing up her throat.

She was caught.

They'd find out the truth, sooner or later.

They would come back for her…

If she was lucky, it'd be Raziel.

If not, it'd be Michael, who would clash the heavens just to drag her back to that tower.

Tears slowly slid down her face and she wiped them, angry at herself for letting them out, but also relieved.

So she had feelings after all.

General POV

Frau opened his mouth and words came rushing out before he thought about what he was saying.

"What the hell."

"That damn brat just called us by our… names."

"Can we interrogate her?"

"This is stupid. We should just force it out of her."

"Are we really taking a command of a sixteen year old?"

With a sigh, Castor ignored Frau and walked faster to catch up with the already far away Labrador. Labrador was already asking for clothes from the sisters, who had heard that a new child had come before and had prepared.

"Lab…" Castor hesitated. "Who do you think she is?"

"Hey, are you ignoring me?" Frau asked from the background.

Labrador sighed as he gave a handful of clothes to both Frau and Castor. "She could be an archangel, but they usually never visit us. They hate us ghosts, remember?"

Castor sighed. "Yes… What do your flowers say now?"

The purple haired boy shook his head as he started heading back to Melisa's room. "They still say she's a traveler, but sometimes say something too quiet for me to hear. As if they're confused… Or someone high up ordered them to not talk."

"She could be someone who works for the army and is a secret spy," Frau said jokingly.

Castor and Labrador stopped and stared at Frau.

"It could be…" Castor muttered.

"Yes, yes… The timing, especially, when the baptism is coming up," Labrador mumbled. "Perhaps we should interrogate her."

"…I'm afraid that it's not yet, however. We must call on all others, and discuss about what must happen," Castor sighed. "And I will do it."