Zzz actually I'm not sure what I'm doing, but after watching the entire D Gray Man series in the past week, I'm suddenly driven to write D Gray Man. If you make it to the end, I'll tell you vaguely where I'm trying to go with this :)
Vague warning - If you don't like explicit(?) gore descriptions, skip the first bit. You hopefully won't miss too many things. I don't think it's too bad...
If he had to be honest with himself, the old man bleeding out in his arms should be considered a gone case.
Sure, it's a miracle that the man is still murmuring with the amount of blood that's already left him.
Even as he runs towards his clinic, he's acutely aware that his hands' grip is slipping with the red soaking right into his skin.
He finds the darkness in him to smirk, before thinking.
Heal him, Green, please.
Just a hum in reply, and 'Green' roars to life.
"As you wish, Antoine."
Images flashing before his eyes as he finally reaches the doors, using a foot to push them open, reminding himself vaguely that he needs to lock them later.
Chunks of organs messily strewn about.
Laying the man down on the metal observation table, stripping the male of his heavy black and gold outer coat, mentally running through the damage.
"Multiple damaged organs, Antoine. The parasites have been killed, but need to be taken out manually."
Sterile scissors cutting through the black vest, and white robe that actually yield, unlike that heavy-duty coat.
Blood type, Green?
"A negative."
Antoine moves for the blood storage, hanging a bag of the required blood to the I.V. pole.
"I.V. drip… drawer, drawer- Ah got it."
Gloves, torque, disinfectant, catheter, vein.
And despite the male's advanced age, he's healthy.
If they had met under different circumstances, he would have lived easily to a hundred.
The purple-red vein still pulses, if weakly.
No signs of prior heart attack, no heart-ailments.
Pushing the needle in, blood returning almost sloppily, he could thank god that the catheter insertion was successful.
Carefully, the needle is withdrawn, and the I.V. is hooked up to the blood bag.
Needle still in one gloved hand, the other on the I.V. tubing's roller clamp.
Blood entering, Green.
Antoine rolls it down, and the blood flows downwards, in just a trickle first.
How does it look, Green?
"Bad for now Antoine. Slow the blood more, I can't heal fast enough."
He follows suit, going with Green, through the elderly man's internal structure, or current lack thereof.
Delicate patterning of blood vessels across the spluttering heart, chambers with faint bite marks only covered by mock flesh.
Lungs surprisingly intact, "The parasites attacked with the intention of pain, and slow death, Antoine. So for now, the lungs will hold out."
He shudders.
"This man has dangerous enemies. I'm beginning to regret picking him up."
And like he was called, the man seems to stir, eerie words crawling across Antoine's skin.
"Sennen ko wa sagashiteru…
Daijino hatto sagashiteru…
Watashiwa hazure…
Tsugi wa dare..?"
In a language he doesn't comprehend, certainly, but there's no doubt that it's a dying message.
"Please concentrate on staying alive, sir. We require a little bit more silence."
Mouth snapping shut, its suddenness as much as the shallow breaths that punctuate the requested silence.
Disconcerted, Antoine refocuses on Green's sight.
"Half a kidney left,"
He can take one of mine if it comes to.
"Liver will recover, Antoine."
Intestines are bad… but he can be put on a drip for it.
"Those appear to have taken the most damage. There were the most parasites tangled."
An image of a grotesque purple-black butterfly, jaws still clamped around a piece of intestinal lining, the raised bumps – villi, unmistakable.
Heal that one kidney first, then focus on reworking his blood vessels.
"Leave the intestines, Antoine?"
Yeah. It can't be helped, but we need his main system up and running first.
He can't say it was a cake walk, nor that it was exhausting, because it's always Green doing most of the work for him.
And Antoine is thankful for Green.
The number of people whom they've could save, and the number of people, without Green who would have died.
Because Green is anything and everything Antoine needs he/she/it to be.
"You're my wielder, Antoine, and I will answer your call."
It's Antoine's knowledge, and Green's power.
At least, the male isn't at death's door.
You can withdraw now, Green, I've injected the anaesthetic. Thanks for your hard work, you should rest.
A gentle hum in reply, and Green fades softly.
"If you need anything, I'll be here."
While most of the internal issues are sorted out, the male is still far from full recovery.
"The wounds, and worries of infection."
Water's set to boil, and sterile cloths are set out in a row, a basin nearby to collect all the bloodied towels.
Antoine holds back a curse as the I.V. tube gets in the way once more, as he carefully manoeuvres the I.V. pole to the other side of the observation table.
Just a wipe down with warm water, and antiseptic cream, then bandages over the carvings on the man's back.
God Matter.
He shudders again, before removing the disposable gloves and wearing a fresh pair.
Rubber snaps against his wrist, the boiling water like flames licking at his skin as he dips the next piece of cloth in.
Progressively, moving downwards, having dealt with the high priority area of the back.
Head, stray strands of hair snipped off, then neck, only wiped, revealing marks of the chain that had been wound tight around it.
Arms and legs, wipe, cream, bandage, only the I.V.'s insertion area was left.
More trauma than deliberate attacks, surface lacerations that Green half closed.
But then, palms and feet, where he had been crucified.
Perhaps it was a cold comfort that the barbs driven through him had been sharp.
Antiseptic and gauze, a single layer of bandages, and he can only hope that if Green can't do anything, the male's immune system hurries up and forms a new layer of skin.
Ever so carefully, he dresses the male in a button-on gown, before transferring him to a resting bed.
Pulling the sheets over him, Antoine hopes, once more, that nothing will happen overnight.
Almost bobbing off to sleep, Antoine wakes up face first in bloodied water.
Understandably horrified, he washes up, before returning to all the cloths.
After they're stuck in the wash and washed with bleach, he wrings them out, and tosses them in the dryer.
Over the fence, he returns waves to the passing villagers.
"Morning Antoine!"
"Doctor Antoine!"
"Good morning Antoine!"
They don't question the copious amount of laundry, nor the blood.
For them, and him I suppose it's normal.
Next, the vest and white cloth robe he cut off the male.
Just a rinse with detergent, and set to dry out in the yard.
I don't suppose he'll wear those again, but eh, it's still his.
Lastly, that heavy black outer coat.
When black runs out in the water, he nearly panics.
The colour's running?
His doorbell rings, and he yells out, "Coming!"
Putting that coat into a new tub of clean water, rinsing his hands, drying them on his fresh brown pants.
Repeating his call to assure whoever it was at his door, he tugs on a white coat, before twisting the knob.
Then he remembers
Oh, I forgot to lock the door.
And opening it, the small child at the door.
"D-doctor A-antoine…"
He crouches down to meet the child's eyes.
"What's wrong, kiddo? Are you sick?"
A hiccup, "I-I'm so-rry. I-it hu-urts, and t-the v-voice in my h-head says that-"
He's suddenly looking straight in the barrel of a gun.
"Ahh if I kill you, the pain will go away!"
He pushes the creature backwards and it/she topples, misfiring into the sky.
"Stay back, Antoine. I will handle the demon."
Green swallows the child, whole, and interspersed by a scream is just a faint…
"I'm sorry."
"Mrs Cordelia?"
Just Green's press to his forehead.
"That was Mrs Cordelia in her child's body. A demon in human skin, like all the rest, Antoine."
Thankfully, through the ruckus, the male sleeps peacefully, behind the drawn curtain.
He must be a demon hunter then. Because the blood running from his clothes is mainly black.
And slowly, with time, the water runs clear.
Green, can you tend to the male? Check out the usual, and if they're not healed, at least seal the carvings and the holes.
"I will, Antoine."
Scrubbing the silver buttons, he reads the inscription.
"Kevin Yeegar. Huh. So that's our demon killing cleric's name."
There's something in the pockets.
Pendulums with chains attached.
Ah, how ironic.
Wasn't that what he had been crucified with?
More rings of his doorbell.
"Doctor Antoine! Helen's running a fever, could you please take a look at her?"
Anxious cries through his door.
Door opens, and he smiles patiently, calming down the guardian, sweeping Helen up into his arms, cooing as the baby sniffles.
Inviting them into his consulting room cum kitchen cum living room.
Seating Mr Maes on the opposite couch, giving Helen a quick check.
Heat beat, pulse, temperature.
The baby, beginning to teeth attempts to chomp his fingers, and he laughs.
"She'll be okay, sir, it should pass by the night. Give her some of this tea after her milk. Just a bit, and she should sleep well, and wake up better!"
Relief spreading, and Antoine hopes, with all his heart, that the next time he sees them, they won't try to kill him instead.
Said guardian pops by the next day, dropping off bread and fruits as a thank you.
"Helen's all better! I'll bring her by to say hello some other day! Thank you again, Doctor."
So, where am I going with this, this time..? General Yeegar is probably my favourite D Gray Man character, right up there with General Tiedoll. Snerk, may seem silly, but I'm on Allen's side when it comes to General Cross. I eh, don't really like him.
Green is an Innocence, and you can think of him as Lau Shimin, or if you'd so prefer, Acropyhos. Antoine, and Maes are just random, popular/common Belgian names I picked off the internet.
Just as General Yeegar would have originally been found, setting is thus, unknown, random bit of Belgium, not-so-far from his crucifixion site.
Order? Will naturally come in, sooner or later, but, I don't really want to write those.
Then again, I have no imagination.
I want to continue this, really, but I have absolutely no ideas.
Hmm, this probably also came to me as part of my irritation that everything everywhere speaks Japanese in the anime.
It sounds good, but well, jumping across all countries and everyone just speaks Japanese. Hm.
General Yeegar is American, Antoine is Belgian.
Thankfully, English is the main foreign language of Belgian currently.
So if anime can do it, writer will kindly use English, and avoid all the suffixes that I don't know.
If you'd like to continue this, or would like me to continue this, please, please review with questions, plot holes, plot ideas.
Thank you,
Kayo.