GREETINGS FELLOW FANFIC FANS! I AM GLAD TO SAY...I AM BACK! IF YOU'VE READ MY PERCY JACKSON FANFIC...(OR DIDN'T, ITS ALL GOOD..)...THEN YOU PROBS NOTICED THAT IVE KINDA STOPPED WRITING, I BLAME IT ON SCHOOLWORK! BUT REALLY, ITS ON INDEFINITE HIATUS UNTIL I CAN GET THE CREATIVE JUICES FLOWING AGIAN FOR MIA AND HER WOLF CREW.
ANYWAYS, HERE IS MY NEXT PROJECT...WHICH THIS TIME I WON'T COMPLETELY NEGLECT IT..I HOPE..JKJK, I'LL TRY MY BEST. THIS TIME SCHOOL'S GONNA BE MY BITCH AND I'LL BE IT'S PIMP LOL.
ANYWAYS...AGIAN...I'VE DECIDED TO GIVE A SHOT AT WRITING MY FIRST MAN FANFIC...AFTER HAVING A OC FOR THE PAST YEAR...I MAY HAVE BEEN LAZY WRITING WISE, BUT I'VE DRAWN UP A LOT...LIKE UNHEALTHY, ALOT...KINDA LIKE MY UNHEALTHY AMOUNT OF "..." I LIKE TO USE...
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SERIOUSLY, I HOPE YOU GUYS ADORE MY OC AS MUCH AS I HAVE COME TO OBSESS WITH HER, LOL. AND I HOPE THAT I CAN GET REALLY GOOD CRITIQUES FROM YOU GUYS, CAUSE THAT WOULD BE EXTREMELY HELPFUL WITH MY WRITING.
*I DO NOT OWN MAN AND ALL OF IT'S GLORY...(BUT I WISH I OWNED KANDA'S ASS ;P)*
ENJOY ^W^
~OmGiStHaTaDuMpLiNg~
Prologue:
It was a typical night in the streets of high-class London. The flickering glow from the ornate oil-lamp posts reflected vibrantly on the puddles that were along the curbs of the road. The grand mansions and manors gave and almost overwhelming aura of superiority, as if their opulence were competing with one another.
Even though it was extremely late into the evening, the figures of late-night partygoers could still be seen through their illuminated windows. Their soft array of their music and carefree laughter disturbed the overall silence of the night...
Except for one.
Tucked away in the far corner of the street, surrounded by an ornate iron wrought fence, was a rather humble Manor. It was smaller than the others and had a sleek and simple in design. Unlike the others, it did not contribute to the soft chatter that echoed through the night air.
Except the master bedroom deep within it's residence, where muffled cries of agony could be heard outside its doors. A tall, gangly man paced back and forth along the dim lighted hall, nervously wringing his necktie with his thin fingers.
One could call him handsome, his blonde hair was pushed out of his face, revealing straight, noble features. His extremely light brown eyes hid nothing within their depths, as a mixture of worry and an almost child-like excitement bubbled to their surface. However, the anxious man had a sickly complexion and had light purple bags underneath his eyes. It was obvious that this man did not have a strong constitution.
He continued to pace, anxiously waiting for the arrival of the treasure that he and his wife tried for so long for, wincing at the cries from his wife.
His name was Charles Broker, the head of Broker Enterprises, which dealt with trade all over the world. His family was notorious for having strong men as the head of their company. However, as the result of his constant sickly constitution, he and his wife have tried in vain for many years to have a child...
An heir to the Broker legacy.
Although, he and his wife couldn't care less about gender, all they wanted was a healthy baby of their own.
Charles shivered with anticipation as he continued to pace in front of the door...
It had been a few hours now...
It should be over soon.
Suddenly, the cries of his wife stopped. Charles ceased pacing as he stopped in front of the door. Cautiously, he leaned forward, as he tried to press his ear against the dark wood that taunted his since his love went into labor. The door abruptly opened, revealing the exhausted face of the doctor.
Charles immediately pushed past him as he all but ran to his wife's side, totally oblivious to the doctor's melancholy expression as he silently moved to the back of the room.
He froze, when her limp figure came into view. The sheets tangled around her legs were stained with crimson...
Too much to be good.
Her normally perfect straight, black hair clung to her sweaty forehead, contrasting with her deathly pale skin, which was usually flushed with life. In her arms was a small pink bundle, she clutched it to her chest, as if afraid to let it go. A sense of dread started to spread throughout his body, chilling his heart.
"D-dd-dearest...", he whispered as he pushed the stray hairs out of her face, "Come on, you did it, we're a family now...please open your eyes...". Her pale lips twitched as she mouthed something too quite to hear.
He bent down, desperate to hear her loving voice again. Her lips brushed his ear as she tried to make herself audible.
As if she were summoning her remaining strength, she said, "A-aar". Charles bent down even lower, his whole body starting to shake. "What dear?...".
Her eyes opened, but the cobalt depths were dull, as if the life was being sucked out of them.
"Arianna...", she said, determination laced throughout her voice as she weakly passed the small bundle of blankets to Charles. She smiled sadly as she relaxed against the stained sheets and let out a large sigh...
and she was still.
Charles shook as he desperately tried to stay strong, with the long-awaited child that he and his love treasured securely in his arms. The doctor sighed as he tried to place his hand on Charles's shoulder to comfort him, but he pulled away from his touch violently. Whipping around, the doctor was faced with the cold, broken glare of Charles Broker. The almost murderous intent sent an icy chill down the doctors spine.
"You killed her!", he snarled as he rounded on the doctor, who retreated in shock. Charles was a kind gentleman who would never hurt a fly, but here he was, looking as if he was going to kill him then and there.
"I-I-I did everything I could, I couldn't stop the bleeding.", he stuttered, as he started to sweat under Charle's piercing glare. The doctor raised his arms in surrender as Charles continued to advance towards the extremely unnerved doctor.
"lies! I trusted you!", he hissed, tears running down his face as he clutched at the pink bundle pressed against his chest. The soft whimpers coming from the bundle broke from his violent trance. He turned away from the doctor, straightening his posture as he coo'ed at his child, gently rocking her back and forth.
Though the doctor could see his figure trembling with grief as he whispered loving words to his newborn. The pitiful sight tugged at the doctor's heartstrings, composing himself, he pressed his hand onto Charles's shoulder in another effort to comfort him. To his relief, he didn't pull away from his touch this time.
"I'm so sorry, Charles...I did everything I could, please forgive me.", the doctor said soothingly, the lines on his forehead more prominent as he frowned. Charles's didn't turn around, he didn't even look at him as he said, "Just go...", in a final, broken voice.
Knowing that anything that he said would be ignored, the doctor quietly left the room. As he took one last look at the grieving man who held his child as if it were his life line, and the now still woman who lied on the bed, he closed the door silent behind him.
"I am sorry..." he whispered, as he clumsily pulled on his overcoat and continued to walk in defeat down the dimly lit hall, and out of sight.
A few days, a small funeral was held for 's beloved.
It was a small gathering, consisting of the small amount of living relatives the pair had and only their closest friends. They all gathered around the large willow tree in the backyard where their deceased loved one was going to be put to rest. The smooth casket was white, with ornate carvings lined with silver, it seemed to glow with a heavenly luster in the black atmosphere as it was lowered into the ground.
The soft cries of the audience filled the air. From the corner of his eye, Charles could see his wife's best friend weeping into her fiance's shirt as he wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. A pang of longing filled his heart.
He missed her laugh, the way it seemed to take all of his troubles away.
He missed her eyes, the way they revealed every emotion.
God, he missed her so much...
He barely heard his friend's condolences as they slowly left, as he continued to stare at the polished stone of his wife...
The mother of his child's, grave.
Arianna stirred in her black blankets, her light grey eyes looked up at him with such innocence that should be criminal. She reached out to him, as she tried to take one of his gloved fingers in her tiny hand. That broke him from his trance, he smiled down at her and held her tighter.
He took a last glance at his wife's grave.
Then turned to stride towards the carriage that awaited them as he held Arianna securely in his arms, his black coat flowing behind him in the wind.
It was late into the evening, and Charles sat tiredly at his desk as he tried to sort through the many documents for his company. The soft light of his lamp, illuminated his pale face, highlighting the darker shadows that were underneath his eyes.
After hours of staring at the papers, unable to comprehend their meaning, he threw them to the floor. He sighed, sitting back into his chair, as he ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated way. A small whimper came from Arianna, Charles froze and stared at her crib in the corner of his study, but to his relief she just turned in her sleep.
"If only she was here, she would encourage him like she always did.",
"If she was here, she would have laughed as she helped him with his work.",
"If she was here, she would love him.",
"If she was here, Arianna would have a mother...",
Arianna...
She was the only thing keeping him sane now.
She is the reason he is fighting...
Or at least trying to...
"If only..."
he thought, as he rest his head on his desk, his normally neat hair sprawled on its surface. As he started to push himself up, his hand brushed a envelope. Curious, he sat back into his chair as he slowly opened it's wax seal and pulling it's contents out. The elegant handwriting seemed to jump off the parchment...
I CAN BRING HER BACK,
JUST COME BACK TO HER GRAVE AT MIDNIGHT TONIGHT, AND YOU CAN BE REUNITED WITH YOUR BELOVED!
I'LL BE WAITING! 3
~THE MELLENIUM EARL~
He stared at the letter, unable to believe its contents. He threw it to the ground in disgust, it had to be some sick joke.
He tried to ignore the discarded letter, which sharply contrasted with the dark wood floors. But his fingers betrayed him as he bent down and picked up the piece of parchment.
What would he have to lose if he did go?...
Nothing really...
he looked up at the clock...
11:30...
It's not like he was going to get any sleep anyways. And if he were to meet this person he could punch him...
Charles sighed, as he looked unconsciously back at Arianna, her small angelic face free from worry. He inwardly thought of how long would that last...
How long could she remain happy.
She needed a mother...
A twinge of hope started to ignite in his chest. If this millenium earl could bring her back...
Everything would be ok! Charles smiled, his brown eyes seemed to glaze over as he fantasized about being reuniting with his love.
He would go.
He had to try.
Slowly rising from his chair he pulled on the same black coat he had worn to the funeral. He walked towards the door, he paused as his hand touched the brass doorknob. Taking one last look at Arianna, he smiled.
"We'll be right back, Ari.", he said softly, sounding as if he was starting to truly believe that statement.
Then he walked out of the door.
When Charles arrived at his wife's grave, there was someone already waiting for him. The blown up figure of a distorted man, much like a clown held out his hand as he bowed, his ornate top hat clutched in his other hand.
"~GREETINGS~", he said with a unique voice that Charles had never heard before, he couldn't help but feel chills run down his back. He stood up straighter, trying to mask his uneasy feeling.
"you are the one who sent me the letter?", he asked slowly, apprehensive of the strange man before him.
Suddenly, a umbrella with a pumpkin head came flying towards him, its jackolantern mouth open wide as it shrieked, "Who else would? ~lero~". Charles felt his eyes widen in surprise, he took a few steps back, almost tripping on his own feet in his haste.
"Who are you?", Charles asked, still entranced with the magical umbrella.
The man in the funny overcoat laughed, "~THE MELLENIUM EARL, OF COURSE! THIS WAY, THIS WAY!~", he replied in a childish, sing-song way. Charles slowly followed him, until they reached the smooth tombstone of his wife. But instead of the flowers that he was sure that he had left beforehand, stood an ugly iron doll, a purple star on its forehead.
"~ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CALL HER NAME, AND SHE'LL BE BROUGHT BACK FROM THE CLUTCHES OF YOUR DECREPID GOD!~", he sang as he pressed his hands on Charles's shoulders, reassuringly. A broken, crazy smile stretched on Charles's face, all logical thinking gone, he yelled, "COME BACK, AMELIA!", his arms open wide.
Charle's watched with almost child-like facination as Amelia's name appeared underneath the star on the doll's forehead. A soft purple light seemed to surround the doll, as it twitched.
"C-c-ChArLeS...", it said, Charles pulled the doll into a hug, tears running down his face.
"It's really you! Everything's going to be OK!", he cried as he held her tighter. He didn't notice the Millenium Earl Dancing in the background in victory.
"WhAt HaVe YoU DoNe! YoU'Ve MaDe Me InTo An AkUmA!", Charles just held on tighter, "I don't care! We're together!". The Earl smiled wickedly in the background.
"~YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO~", he sang sadistically, as he played with his umbrella.
Amelia, the akuma, raised her stubby arms as she screamed in protest, but unable to stop her from bringing them down on Charles's head with a sickening crunch. His broken form slumped to the ground.
Amelia the akuma, was now silent, probably wrought with grief, as she pushed herself into Charles's body, the cracks of his bones giving way echoed through the night.
Charles's body jerked into an upward sitting position, blood running down his face as if they were tears.
"~HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY PRECIOUS AKUMA!~", the earl sneered in delight.
Charles's eyes were dead, and unseeing...
Charle's tall, figure loomed over Arianna. Staring at her with a blank face, his eyes wiped of all emotion. Suddenly, a sadistic smile appeared on his face as he picked her up harshly from her crib. Her large eyes flew open in shock, her light silvery orbs glazing over as she saw Charles's expression. She began to cry, as if she knew that he wasn't his father...
"Charles" ignored her wails as he gripped her tighter, the crazed smile never leaving his face.
"HeLlO My ChIlD! I Am YoUr FaThEr!", he sang, much like the man who had created him.
Arianna screamed louder, tears running down her tiny face...
She knew,
She could feel,
That her "father" had become something...
EVIL
HOW WAS THAT!
HONESTLY IT WAS HARD TO WRITE AT FIRST, BUT THEN I PUT ON SAD PIANO MUSIC AND IT ALL CAME TO ME LOL
IM PROBABLY GOING TO UNDATE THIS EVERY MONDAY BECAUSE I'LL BE GONE DURING THE WEEKENDS WITH THE FAM. AND THEN DURING THE SCHOOL YEAR, I'LL BE ABLE TO WRITE.
PLEASE REVIEW! OR I'LL SICK "CHARLES" ON YOU...TOO SOON? ^_^'
*FEEL FREE TO PM ME YOUR OC AND I'LL TRY TO FIT THEM IN LATER ONCE I GET THIS BALL ROLLING*
BYE BYE 3,
~OmGiStHatAduMpLiNg~