Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
Story: D. Grey-man
Words: 523
Rating: PG for grisly use of footwear.
A/N: Please leave a note if it tickles your funny! I'll respond to all reviews.
The Fourteenth Folly
The Fourteenth was not what they would have expected.
"Do you have any tea?" he inquired politely. "I'm afraid my dry throat will impede interrogation otherwise."
"No tea," Komui said coldly.
The Fourteenth sighed. "No tea?" he said. "How depraved." He was immobile, bound by chains and Link's seals to a straight-backed chair. Gathered around him were Komui, Lavi, the Bookman, Linali, Kanda, and Link.
"You'll answer our questions," the Bookman rasped.
"The Black Order is quite rude, yes?" the Noah said disapprovingly. "Although I suspect you will be much more civilized than the last inquirers. The, what were their names, Crow were excessively vulgar in their methods." Indeed, his dark skin sported several bruises. "If the Order had any sense, they would attempt to appease a potentially powerful ally, would they not? Of course, their treatment of Allen Walker was quite idiotic, also, according to his memories—who would deliberately restrict their only means of controlling the Ark, and accuse of treason the one responsible for saving many valuable Exorcists? Particularly when, judging by the example of Suman Dark, such treason would be distinctly and visibly obvious?"
"What a speech! I thought you said your throat was dry," Lavi mocked. The redhead slinked behind the Fourteenth's chair, out of his vision, and tweaked his white hair. It was meant to be disarmingly teasing, the Fourteenth understood, but it quite frankly wasn't.
"It is. Well, I've said all I care to say, whether you think on it or not. Feel free to plague me with inquiries!" the Fourteenth said cheerfully, tilting his dark head to the side. "I'll interject no further opinion."
With the Bookman recording, Komui began, "Who are you?"
"The Fourteenth Noah, specifically the illustrious Musician, formerly 'Neah' Walker."
"What is your stance in this war?"
"I am against the Earl." The Fourteenth had a melodious tenor voice, accented with exotic hints. Apparently his harmonious quality did not appease the only—and quite beautiful—woman in the room, who seemed to be contemplating which footwear to dismember him with. The Fourteenth graced her (Linali, wasn't it?) with a sweet, honest smile. She returned a flat look—Dull wedge heels.
"Do you have a strong allegiance?"
"With whom?" the Fourteenth said, distracted by imminent homicide. "How vague."
Kanda snapped, and Mugen blurred, the sword burying into the chair back, snagging the Fourteenth's hair, nicking his ear. The Fourteenth's eyes were large as a doe's as he slowly brought his eyes around to study it.
"Well, I had briefly considered joining with the Exorcists," the Fourteenth said slowly. "But I believe I'm having my doubts..."