Author's Notes: The first chapter of my first story. Once again, please note that this is NOT, I repeat, NOT a love story. If you don't like that, then kindly leave without reading and everything will be just fine. Constructive criticism/reviews are greatly appreciated. Yes, I know I'm repetitive, and for that, I apologize. I couldn't write a summary without give too much away, so there is no summary. Sorry.
WARNING: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 9.
Disclaimers: As much as I want to, I don't own D. Gray-Man, or any of its characters. The only thing I own is the OC, or original character, that I created.
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-Resuming the Hunt-
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"Respected members of my dear family, the time has come."
Tons of pictures were suspended in midair, in a circular fashion, as if hung in a circular room on an invisible wall that stretched all the way around the room. A round table could be seen, with fourteen chairs evenly spaced out, each one occupied by someone...or something. A male's voice spoke out, apparently addressing all who were seated around the table.
"The collection of Innocence has become more crucial than ever. The Black Order has been gathering up more and more Exorcists, in a futile attempt to stop our cause."
The speaker was not human. It had grayish-blue skin. Its face was one that carried an immovable smile, with abnormally large teeth. Each time it spoke, the edges of its mouth barely moved. Extruding from the sides of its, or rather, his head, were two large elf-like ears. He was wearing tiny spectacles that covered his eyes completely. Atop his head was a large top hat, wrapped around by a striped ribbon. Above all, he wore a pink striped suit
around his circular body. He raised his white, gloved hands as he spoke.
"However, we cannot overlook them. In time they might pose as a potential threat. You may use my Akuma as you see fit."
"Innocence, eh?"
A Portuguese gentleman in his mid-twenties in a black suit, sitting to the right of the strange creature spoke this time, his gloved hands clasped together; a bow at his neck. His untidy black, hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. The strange thing about him was that, his skin was strange pale, gray. Across his forehead, was a row of black crosses that seemed to be engraved into his flesh. His golden eyes shined with amusement, a noticeable beauty mark right below his left eye. He seemed to be human but, one can never be too certain…
"Heeeeh? Sounds like fun!~ I'm in!"
A girly voice spoke out. Right next to the gentleman, resting her head on the table, was what looked like a small, teenage girl with the same strange features: pale, gray skin, and the row of crosses, embedded into her forehead. She also had the same golden eyes, an eager, childish smirk formed on her gray lips. However, she looked even stranger due to her unruly blue hair, which stuck up at odd ends. She wore a black dress, with a blouse's white collar and a loose ribbon, tied in a bow, around her neck. She raised her hand, as
she spoke her sentence in a sing-song voice. The young man spoke again.
"I'll be busy with my work, so call me only when necessary."
"I suppose it can't be helped."
Across the table, a young Japanese boy, in about the same age range as the girl, around fifteen or sixteen, sighed in a resigned tone of voice. His pitch, black, disheveled hair, which came a bit below his shoulders, seemed to have been involved in a tired attempt at tying it up in a ponytail. Stray hair covered his ears and also some of the crosses on the gray skin of his own forehead. The ends of the ponytail were a dark red that looked horribly like blood, as were the stray hair that framed his face. He wore a plain black, traditional kimono, which was wrapped around his body, the sleeves hanging loosely from his slender arms, which he kept under the table. His golden hues showed boredom, the little spark of interest that had lit when Innocence was mentioned had died down.
"I have my own things to do as well, so summon me only as needed."
The blue-haired girl giggled with glee. She had been tracing circles on table with her finger, staring at her invisible artwork, while the boy was talking and looked up when he fell silent.
"Well then, I guess I'll be the first one to go then."
The creature who was first seen, spoke once again.
"Very well. I'd like you to investigate a small place. It's called the "Rewinding Town. Strange things have been happening there. As you might have already guess, time keeps rewinding itself there. It might be the work of Innocence. If it is, find the Innocence, and destroy it."
The girl nodded several times, as if dismissing his instructions. She already knew, very well, what had to be done. Still, that didn't mean she didn't have any questions left to ask.
"Can I bring someone with me?"
"Of course."
The girl's smirk grew wider and her gaze moved slowly and purposefully around the table until it stopped on someone. Reaching across the table, she waved her arm up and down as if struggled to grab something on the other end.
"Oooooooi!~ You're the lucky one who's going to accompany me."
A snort and an annoyed groan followed her comment, shortly. The girl, clearly pleased with the reactions she got, merely let loose another giggle that echoed in the room.