Hope
I do not own anything related to D. Gray-Man in any way, shape, or form. This is a one shot, no pairings at all -because a KandaXKomui pairing is just downright gross and disturbing and EWW- but it is a cute little fic, if I must say so myself. Enjoy.^_^
It has been said that any exorcist who has attained a one hundred percent synch rate would become a General. How could such a powerful being not become a general, a leader among the Dark Order's exorcists.
Allen Walker, having had his heart's desires lined up properly, had his Innocence, previously unnamed, turn into the Crown Clown; reached the hundred percent synch rate requirement for General status.
And yet, due to the unknown status of the Fourteenth, the Traitor Noah, whom was last known to have no loyalties to either side -Noah Clan or Dark Order-; and the host of said Traitor Noah's memories, Allen Walker, no decision can be made at this time about a promotion to General status for Mr. Walker.
We regret to inform the prestigious Supervisor of Black Order Headquarters, Komui Lee, that his request is denied.
Signed,
The Hand of the Pope Himself;
XXXXX XXXXXXXX
Komui set down the very formal letter of rejection on his desk.
"Damn them. ....Damn them!" he snapped, slamming his coffee cup down. The porcelain cup cracked under the pressure and Komui drew his hand back, nursing the burns from the spilled coffee. Hot, dark liquid spread along the desk, threatening to soak everything, but Komui ignored it. The only thing on his desk was the letter, but that didn't matter. The message was delivered.
Komui sat back and stared at the letter. He sighed.
"I suppose it is all for the better. I don't know if Allen could deal with the formalities of having to deal with those pretentious bastards." The Chinese man muttered, pulling off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb.
"Komui. To hear you curse like that is rather surprising."
"Oh. Kanda. Hello."
"You spilled coffee everywhere, fool."
"Yeah. I know."
Kanda walked over and picked up the letter, but Komui did nothing to stop him. Coffee dripped off the corner.
"You requested that Allen be made a General? Che, he couldn't do it. Nor would they let him." Kanda said, quickly skimming the contents of the letter.
"It would be a sign of hope, I had thought. To bolster our failing troops." Komui said quietly, staring at the fracture in his pink cup.
"Failing? Komui, you jackass. They expect too much and you underestimate. Fucked up little organization we work for." Kanda sniffed, dropping the paper back on the desk.
"Do you need a bandage?" the younger man asked, looking pointedly at Komui's hand. Komui looked down and noticed that he was bleeding. A shard of the shattered porcelain had cut into the palm of his hand.
"Oh. No, Kanda, thank you."
Kanda sighed.
"You jackass. If you get all gloomy and depressed, then we will start to have problems. Go on being stupid and crazy and invent things. Go on worrying like you have been, but don't get sick over it. With you at our backs....Hell, we exorcists will get the job done. .....Jackass." the young Japanese man sniffed, flipping his hair as he walked away.
Komui laughed weakly.
"Thank you...Kanda."
Well, I hope you enjoyed this. Please, please review.^_^
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Thank you so much for reading!
-Maze Puppet