Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray Man
A/N: This is my FIRST time doing a DGM fic. Please be nice and not leave flames.
It started on the cold day of December 24th. A lone woman was walking by, wondering what she would do with her work load getting better. She hiked along in the snow, her brain convoluted by dates and times that she needed to be ready for. Sighing, she walked onwards, until a scream alerted her.
"Don't tell me it is another one… That Earl is getting out of hand with his Akuma," she said, sighing. She trekked onwards with no destination in mind, an aimless march.
Another scream resonated through the silent winter air. This time, the woman groaned and headed in that one direction that the scream came from. As she got closer, voices became more audible.
"How could you turn me into an Akuma?" a male voice asked, rasping as it spoke. A younger, but undoubtedly male voice screamed, and a flash of light emitted. The woman had come to the graveyard where the boy was grappling with the Akuma. The Akuma had cursed the boy's left eye, and the boy screamed, his arm activating upon the curse.
"That boy is putting up a good fight," the woman murmured, wondering what was going to happen now. Meanwhile, the boy's arm, acting on its own, split the moving skeletal figure in half, causing the soul in it to disappear. Before the soul vanished, it said, "Thank you, Allen Walker."
The boy began to wail as his hair surprisingly turned white. He screamed up to the Heavens and sniffled repeatedly, crying on the grave of his foster father. Meanwhile, the obese man was about to kill the boy, when he noticed another presence.
"Looks like I must take my leave… Goodbye, Allen Walker~," the man said, in his sing-song voice, floating away on an umbrella with a pumpkin face. (How he floated away was beyond the author's imagination).
"No. Come back. Give Mana back," the boy cried. The woman sighed and walked up to the boy. She looked at him cry and noticed how skinny he was. He was small for his age and had white hair that defied gravity. His eyes were a sapphire blue and his skin was pale from being out in the snow for so long.
The boy examined the woman. For the most part, her tall stature was covered by a black cloak and she had a gigantic scar over her left eye like he did now. Her skin was pale, like his, and almost translucent, like she was a ghost. She bore a small smile on her marred face and held out a hand to him which he grabbed.
"Kid, your dad wouldn't want you to be mourning over his death," she said, pulling him up. She took out a napkin from the folds of her cloak and wiped away his tears. Then, she placed him on the ground where he looked at her.
"How do you know what he wants?" Allen asked. She merely shrugged and smiled at him. Already, he seemed to calm down from his crying fit.
"I just know. And I can see if you can talk to him again, at least once," the woman lied through gritted teeth as the boy pulled her into a tight hug.
"Really? You won't do like what that fat man did," he asked.
"Yes, now who are you kid?" she asked, even though she knew his name.
"Allen Walker. And you?" he asked.
"I am Lady Death," she replied, smirking as she caught the boy in a dead faint.
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