Hello, I hope you enjoy the revamped version of Possibly Impossible. If you're wondering if I stole this, I did not. I was originally Nero in another account and have posted an explanation on the old version of all my stories why I abandoned that account. After a while, I'll delete the old versions to avoid confusion. Thank you and happy reading.
A boy sat on the window sill, watching droplets of rain dribble down. A golden winged-golem nested in his silver hair twitched every now and then. Allen was as still as a statue, but inside he was in turmoil. The sudden disappearance of his master still shocked him even after two years. His companions and friends had already given up on the lost general, but Allen couldn't let go of the greedy, irresponsible bastard. As much as he'd deny it if anyone asked Marian Cross was very much a father to him as Mana was.
"Timcampy," Allen sighed, "I'm hungry." This was accented with a loud gurgle from his stomach as he got up thinking a snack would help him cheer up and forget about his master.
In a different world from Allen's, a place with public schools, semi-stable governments, and most of all, no akuma or noah, a typical teenage girl was surfing the web for her English essay. Stressing about how she was going to incorporate peanut butter into a proposal for solving the rising crime rate.
Gabriel was the average tomboy. Had decent grades and a healthy interest in videogames, soccer, and comic books and cartoons. Her rough black hair was cut short, never growing past the top of her neck. She had a natural tan thanks to her Latin mother, but her odd eyes were attributed to her European father. At the age of fifteen she had developed well, her curves weren't prominent, but she had a nice in between type of build. Often mistaken of a boy until she actually spoke, she had given up on being pink and frilly like her mother wanted and decided to be "one of the guys."
She sat at her desk, staring at the blank Word doc that was supposed to be her essay. "Ugh, how am I gonna do this?"
"By typing it into your computer, Gabe." Her elder brother, Adam, smirked as he leaned against the doorway.
"Asshat," she muttered. She detested when he called her Gabe which was a male version of her name.
Adam rolled his eyes. He looked a lot more like their father, red hair and those odd eyes. "Dad's home, so get ready for dinner, okay? I'll help you with the report later."
She sighed in relief, Gabriel knew she would have to do the dishes tonight, but the help was worth it. She looked at the clock, seven o'clock sharp. Every since their dad switched to a desk job two years ago he'd always come home at the exact same time. It was somewhat unnerving, but having her dad around more wasn't something she would complain about.
The cafeteria wasn't that crowded as it would usually be, then again not many people were at the Order at the moment. Most were out on missions or had brought their meals to their divisions to continue working. Allen strode up to the counter to see Jerry was ready for him, a pile of food was already set on the counter with a note: Eat up, cutie~! –Jerry. He took the food and ate in silence, thinking about how long it took him to chew his food, anything to keep him from thinking about Master Cross.
"Oi, Tim, do you think we're doing the right thing? I mean, if the bastard was here, he'd probably call me an idiot for thinking about the past and wasting time."
The golden ball simply chewed on a loaf of bread not really providing any meaningful response. Allen sighed, wishing he could have someone here with him. Even that stupid BaKanda was better than this. He chuckled to himself; he must have been desperate to even consider Yu Kanda as decent company.
Adam was already setting the table for dinner by the time Gabriel had come down. The smell of beef stew wafted into the dining room, the perfect food for a rainy day like this. Adam was just about finished with the table anyways so she went to the kitchen to see if her mother had anything ready for the table yet. The kitchen was warm and inviting as her mother stirred a pot of carefully seasoned stew. Almost nine months pregnant and still managing the house like a pro, Gabriel had a bottomless reservoir of respect for her mother.
"Hey Mom, need a hand with anything?"
"It would be nice if you'd come down earlier to help your brother, but since you're here now take the bread to the table and send Adam here for the stew," she said. Her mom didn't turn around, but Gabriel could tell she should have come down a little quicker as she took the bread to the table.
As they sat to dinner they folded their hands to say grace, something her mother was adamant about. When they began to eat it was Gabriel's father who started the evening's conversation.
"How was school today? Adam, care to share?" His voice was deep and thrummed like a finely tuned cello.
"Nothing much," Adam shrugged. "Mr. McHenry wants me to try out for the swim team, but I don't have the time."
Their father nodded in approval as he dipped bread into his bowl. "And what about you, young lady? I received a very interesting call from Mr. Cruz. Something about being rude to the teacher."
Gabriel sunk into her seat. "I wasn't being rude, I just wasn't paying attention. Not like the other guys in class. They're always-."
Her father cut her off. "This isn't about them being rude, Gabriel." His voice wasn't loud or harsh, but his tone hurt more than a whiplash to Gabriel. "You were doodling again and you were sent to the principal's office again."
She moved her food around uncomfortably. "I'm sorry. I'll do better on Monday," she mumbled. She could tell her mom and dad weren't looking at her, but it felt worse that it was like they were ignoring her.
A curt nod and the subject was over. The rest of the meal was spent in silence, the sound of silverware clicking the dished every once in a while. Gabriel and Adam had finished first and got up to put away the dishes.
"Leave those there; I'll take care of them. Go upstairs; I need to speak to your mother." Their father collected the plates, their mom following him into the kitchen. It was abnormal for him to do any housework, but they weren't going to complain.
"Ah, I'm tired. I'm turning in early."
"What! What about my essay!"
"You didn't do the dishes, Gabe. So, I don't have to help you." Adam winked at her as he disappeared into his room.
She glared at the door in frustration. Adam always did this to her and she hated it when he did. She stalked off intending to go to her room when she heard a piano playing. Gabriel paused and listened carefully. As far as she knew Adam didn't listen to piano instrumentals and the grown-ups were downstairs. She followed the music to her father's study and to her surprise the door was open a crack. Normally, no one was allowed in except her father. Not even his wife was able to enter, but she was curious. What was her father hiding inside his study?
The Ark was usually a peaceful place for Allen, but tonight the air was heavy. He sat in the piano room, playing a few meaningless melodies. Then a quiet sound caught his attention. Like a whisper of a whisper, the air carried the twinkle of music that he wasn't playing. Coming from this room and yet it seemed distant. A bit of movement caught his eye and he turned, ready for a fight. On the far wall was a shadowy shape of a person. The white upright piano was mirrored clearly on the wall and the shadow seemed to be looking at it rather than him. Allen took a quick look behind him, but there was no one there. The shadow was only on the wall. He thought perhaps it was his own shadow, but it did not move like he did. In fact, he wasn't moving at all as the shadow swayed back and forth.
Then the shadow seemed to become a little clearer as it touched the piano. It became a boy who was fingering the piano's keys. It was as if the reflection wasn't really a reflection, but a window. Then Allen noticed something else. The piano's image was the only thing being reflected by the mirror.
The room was white, so white it hurt Gabriel's eyes. An upright piano was placed in the center, also white. She didn't know they had this or why her father would hide it. She learned piano when she was little to play for the choir at church, but she never followed through with practice. The colors of the keys were reversed, it looked odd to her, but it was still a beautiful instrument. She looked at the door to make sure it was closed before she sat down on the piano bench and played a few keys. It had been a long time since she had played anything seriously, but she could still remember a few simple tunes. Hesitantly she began to play Greensleeves, the first song she'd played fully and one of her favorites. The world melted around her as she got into the rhythm of the song. Gabriel never enjoyed playing for the church, but if it was for herself then she loved playing. As the song came to a quiet end she sighed on the final key.
"That was beautiful," Allen said aloud. The music the boy had played before his image faded away was like the closure he longed for and the hope that his master was somewhere out there.
"Oh my god!" A feminine screech came from behind him. Allen whirled around, arms up in defense. To his shock it was the boy that was behind him sitting on the piano bench. "What are you doing in my house!"
The boy sounded…like a girl, he was a girl. Allen was a little taken aback, but that didn't stop him from being suspicious of this person. "This isn't your house. What are you doing here?"
"Of course this is my house! And this is my father's study! Dad, there's a weirdo in the house!" The girl made a break for the door, but Allen was a step ahead and lunged at her. "Let go, you freak!"
Allen held her down in a headlock. Normally, he would be the first to object to this kind of treatment toward a girl, but this wasn't normal. How did she enter the Ark? She wasn't an akuma, so was she noah? Why was her image on the wall earlier? "Tim, call Komui. Tell him to prepare a cell in the dungeon." Allen was of course bluffing, but the girl didn't know that.
"Dungeon! What are you, a medieval knight or something! Let me up, I won't run!"
"You promise?" Allen tightened his grip.
"Yes, ouch, let go! Damn it, you're hurting me!"
Allen let her up, but kept the Clown Belt around her ankle for good measure. "Now tell me, how did you get on the Ark?"
"I don't know what you mean by 'the ark', but as far as I'm concerned this is my dad's study. It's usually closed, but I got curious and decided to check it out. I saw the piano, played a song, and that was it."
"Hm. So you weren't trying to get into the Order on purpose?"
"Order? What order? I just told you everything, now why don't you tell me why you're in my house."
"Again, this isn't your house," Allen sighed and rubbed his temples. The girl wasn't an akuma, but that didn't mean she wasn't some type of threat. "What's your name?"
"…I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours first."
Allen smiled and offered his normal hand. "I'm Allen Walker."
"Gabriel Marian," she answered and shook his hand.
"What?" Allen's grip on her hand tightened considerably. "What did you say your last name was?"
"Marian. My last name is Marian," Gabriel winced, pulling her hand out of Allen's grasp.
Allan grabbed her by the shoulders; Crown Clown deactivated, and looked straight into her eyes. Her clear ruby eyes. "You're father is Cross Marian."
Gabriel put her hands on Allen's chest, trying to put some distance between them. "Yeah, what's it to you? How do you know my dad?"