I do not own D-Gray Man. I do own my Ocs.
Iris Chase stretched her back with a sigh as she walked lazily down the street. Pure white hair fell pass her hips and swayed back and forth with every step. Her usually bright blue eyes dull and bored.
She was wearing a comfortable white blouse with a black vest, black mid-thigh overalls, black over knee socks, and black knee high boots. Over where her shoulder blades would be were two slits cut into the cloth, apparently allowing something to pass through.
"Good morning Miss Iris!"
Iris stopped and turned to see a little girl and boy, waving excitedly to her. A small smile touched her lips. To the people of Rainswood, Iris was the savior of the small town; coming to them in the form a child that bore a striking resemblance to the statue of an angel in the church. Protecting them day and night, keeping the dark creatures from their homes.
Raising her hand, Iris waved back to the children with a grin. "Morning you two!"
The boy ran up to her, wide green eyes sparkling with delight. "Are you gonna go hunt those monstas that attacked Old Man Mookie?"
Iris nodded, ruffling the boy's hair. Old Man Mookie, an old man who lived just outside the town, had been mysteriously killed and then his home had had been burned down to utterly nothing. The townspeople had rushed down to see what was happening and one person reported seeing orb shaped monsters floating away from the scene. The mayor had asked Iris to look into the matter and she willingly agreed.
She looked up to the sky. Black blue clouds began to swirl overhead, casting a dark shadow over the town. Narrowing her eyes, Iris eyed the sky before looking down at the children.
"You lot should go home. It looks like a storm is coming." She ordered, shooing them away. The children laughed and waved goodbye as they hurried home.
Iris waved with a smile that faded and was replaced with a frown as the children closed the doors to their homes. Her back started to itch, a warning sign and a painful memory. A familiar face of a young boy swam before her vision, that ever present scowl on his face.
Iris let out a sigh, reaching behind to scratch that itchy spot. He wouldn't understand. She knew her oldest friend would never understand why she left. She was the Angel Exorcist, unbound by chains or orders from those with no compassion.
She made a face. 'Wow that was clique…..'
But him…
The corners of her lips twitched, as she imagined his face as she tormented him as children. How he would spar with her till one of them fell either, out of victory or exhaustion, and then they would have a heart to heart chat with him. Course his answer to everything is either a grunt or a 'che'.
A loud crack of thunder snapped her out of her thoughts. Thick torrents of rain fell from above, soaking her within seconds. Smiling, Iris lifted her arms and let the cool water wash away her concerns, only for moment.
"You know that a lovely lady such as yourself should be indoors. Although, you were always the strange one amongst the younger group."
Iris's smile disappeared as the voice floated through the sound of the rain. Lowering her arms and not even turning around, she spoke, her tone irritated.
"I heard you were dead, Cross. But then again, you are a resilient old fart."
"Watch it you brat. I'm still your teacher." A tall man in a black and gold coat snapped at the younger woman, standing only a few feet away from her, holding an umbrella over his head.
Cross' one visible eye watched her crossly-
(Hehe! Get it? Cross? Crossly?...Get it?...Sorry.)
-from under his glasses. His fiery red hair flipped as the wind brushed through the strands, lightly hitting the half of his face that wasn't covered by his mask. Cross had grown a little goatee, making him look a bit younger Iris remembered him to be. He was handsome no doubt, but Iris had seen him many a time, try and flirt his way into some poor unfortunate woman's heart. Thankfully, Cross was defenseless against the looks of lovely women or the sight of pretty girls, and that gained Iris an advantage over him. More than once did Iris managed to get Cross to do jobs for her. Such as keeping tabs on the Black Order.
The General shrugged his broad shoulders, his head tilting to the side, a bored, unconcerned expression on his face. "Besides, I have the uncanny ability to stay alive. You above people would know this."
Sapphire eyes hardened and grew sharp like diamonds. "Why are you here Cross?" she demanded.
A smirk graced his smooth tan face. "Why don't we take this inside?" he asked, waving his hand to a rather large restaurant close by.
Iris scowled before grumbling to Cross to follow her. The General walked silently beside her, his one eye observing her while holding the umbrella over her head. He frowned lightly. Her lovely white hair was longer, brushing a little below the hips, all traces of former baby fat was gone, showing off high cheekbones; though her skin was paler then he remembered. A smirk touched his lips. Little Iris had grown up into a lovely woman. Oh Tiedoll would be crushed to see his 'precious little daughter' was now a battle-hardened warrior. Klaud would most likely be proud to see the young woman she trained for so long to be strong and how much more lovelier she was than before. Yeager would probably take Iris aside and discuss with her if she had found any interesting things on her travels. Zokaro would just challenge the girl to a death match. His brow furrowed as Iris led him outside of the village to a forest, a smooth path leading through thick trees.
They arrived at a medium sized cottage with a weeping willow in front, a pond off to the side with lotus blossoms floating on the clear water. Cross looked closer and spotted multi colored koi lazily swimming along.
Yep. This was definitely her place. Iris stopped at the wooden door with an elegant design twisting and twirling in fancy knots. Cross peered around her shoulder, spotting no handle on the dark wood. Unseen by her old teacher, Iris touched the hollow of her throat and quickly palmed something into her right hand. Reaching out, Iris placed the same hand on the door, her palm resting in the middle of a large blooming lotus blossom. Her hand glowed; a silvery blue light filled the carved lines in the door, the design burning brightly with light.
Cross quirked an eyebrow at the sight. That was new...
But cool.
A soft click sounded and Iris pushed the door open, attaching whatever was in her hand back to her neck. Running her fingers through her wet hair, Iris wrung the water out of her locks as she walked into her home.
Stepping in, Cross took off his hat, waving the water off. He looked around. It was simple. The first room had a table surrounded with a few chairs, a vase filled with some kind of pink flowers sitting on top. A newly lit fireplace was placed against the far left wall, a thick deep blue rug placed before it. Farther in the back was the kitchen, where Cross could hear Iris moving around. Off to the right were a few doors, each leading off to some other rooms, most likely to her room and some for guests.
Iris walked out, holding a wooden tray with a tea set. Placing it on the table, she motioned Cross to take a seat as she poured a cup of green tea. The older man placed his hat on the table and sat down, taking the tea she offered and sniffed it. He grimaced.
"Don't you have any wine? Or anything that can get me drunk off my ass?"
The former Exorcist sent him a scathing look. "No. You came to me and I want some damn answers." She retorted as she disappeared down the hall and behind the locked door of the room he guessed was hers.
Cross took a sip of his tea and gagged. "Never understood how you and that boyfriend of yours could drink this crap." He said loudly.
"Maybe because we didn't want to rot our livers like you Cross. Considering how much you drink." Iris muffled shouted made the man roll his eye.
"I'll have you know that my liver is fine thank you very much." He answered irritably. The sound of a door opening and closing made him look up.
Her damp hair was pulled up into messy bun, a few stray locks framing her face. She traded her wet clothes for a pair of dark pants; a long sleeved purple top and black ballet shoes. Iris gave him a stink eye before disappearing into the kitchen. "Sure is."
Cross scowled. "You know, I think I liked you better when you were little and you followed me everywhere, telling me how cool I was."
Walking back out with a plate filled with biscuits, Iris rolled her eyes as she placed the plate down. Sitting down, she took her cup and took a sip with her sapphire eyes glaring at him over the rim.
"Now tell me why you're here Cross."
The General picked up a biscuit and nibbled on it, made a face and then put it back down. "I came here to tell you're going to have some visitors later on in the future."
Iris stiffened. "What kind of visitors?" she demanded sharply.
Cross rummaged through his pockets, his brow furrowed as he sought whatever he was looking for. Pulling out a pathetic looking envelope, Cross slid it across the table towards Iris. The young woman frowned as she picked it up and opened it, tugging out a ripped and wrinkled paper. She scanned the letter, her lips tugged into a deeper frown as she read. Cross watched her intently, watching her reactions closely. From the many years he had known Iris, he knew she had a dangerous temper and it wasn't wise to ignite it even more. One time, another Exorcist had made fun of her white hair and he was in the infirmary for a week. Iris had only been 8 years old when that happened, while the other Exorcist was in his mid 30's. It was rather sad and it was the main topic of gossip for weeks.
Iris felt her fury begin to rise as she read the letter.
"….inspect rumors of the fugitive Exorcist, Iris Chase, of being alive and bring her to the Black Order headquarters to be evaluated. Use any force needed to bring her in if need be…"
Infuriated eyes glared up at him. Cross held up his hands cautiously. "Hey I only came here to warn you. Don't get your panties in a twist, kid."
Iris stood up, dropping the letter onto the table and walked towards the window. A steady rain fell, giving the area a mystic look. Cross watched her curiously as she stared out the window while worrying her lower lip. She was reacting better than he thought she would.
He was expecting a broken chair... or something that would go flying and cause physical harm.
"Who's the team?"
Her voice was so soft Cross strained to hear her. His eye softened slightly at her trembling form.
"Is it him?" she croaked.
Silence.
"Cross!" she snarled, whipping around to face him. "IS IT HIM?"
The small nod was all it took for Iris to let out a moan of sorrow and slump to her knees.
Standing from his chair, Cross kneeled down in front of her, placing his hand on her shaking shoulder. Letting out choked sobs, Iris clutched her head and hunched over in anguish.
"I know you did this to protect him," he murmured to her, gently pulling her up. "But the Earl is rising. He deserves to know the truth and all of the truth. Besides, it won't be a secret for long."
Iris rubbed her eyes, wiping away a stray tear. "I know. I know. But…. I tried so hard…"
Cross sighed and stood, his one eye watching her. "So will you come with me?"
Iris sent him a weak glare. "Hell no! I would rather lose a thumb than go with you!"
Cross shrugged and walked back towards the table and picked up his hat. Smoothing his wild red mane back, Cross plopped his hat on and walked towards the door. Iris stood and walked to the table, sat down and swallowed a gulp of tea. Cross turned to face Iris once more and opened his mouth.
"No, Cross. I will not tell you where the nearest brothel is."
The man glared at her. "You're cruel and heartless, kid."
Iris smirked at him from her spot. "Beat it Cross, before I find something sharp and pointy to impale you with."
Cross scowled at her and left, waving over his shoulder as he disappeared into the rain. Iris waited for a few minutes and stood, heading towards a large closet. Opening the double doors, Iris directed her attention to a lower drawer. Pulling it open, Iris tugged out a large black case covered in dust. She blew on it, coughing as the dust rose, waving her hand wildly to clear the air. Kneeling onto the floor, Iris brushed some more dust off the case, revealing a silver crest etched onto the wood. Blinking rapidly to clear the dust in her eyes, Iris slowly unclasped the locks and took a deep breath.
She opened it.
Art materials were laid in an orderly fashion before her. Pens, pencils, paints, brushes and charcoal, all untouched. Iris ran her slim fingers over the pencils before gently picking up a piece of paper that was attached to the top of the case. Slowly and carefully, Iris opened the letter and read it after 8 years.
To my dearest and only daughter,
The day I accepted you and Yu into my team was the most wonderful day of my life. You were so full of life and ready to see the world, even though your Innocence caused you trouble. Everyday when you smiled and laughed, the sun seemed to shine even brighter. I remembered when you and General Klaud's Innocence got into some of my paints and painted Cross' and Zorako's coats and rooms. Their faces made everyone laugh as they chased the two of you all around HQ, and how you and Klaud's Innocence hid behind Yeager, begging him to hide you two. And you and Yu, oh child, I know that you two will forever be the best of friends, perhaps maybe even more. Just remember my daughter, you will always be loved, you will always be missed, and you will always be wanted.
Happy 10th birthday, dear one. And enjoy the art kit!
General Froi Tiedoll
Iris smiled weakly. General Tiedoll was very fond of her and Kanda, always calling them his son and daughter. Glancing down at the materials, she trailed her slim fingers brushing against the pencils thoughtfully. With a sigh, she closed the case, stood and stared at the clothes that hung before her. A long black ankle length skirt with slits that trailed up to mid thighs, paired with a pair of shorts. An oriental top with silver lining along with the same crest on the box, hung on a hanger. Like her current top, two slits were placed over where her shoulder blades would be. Placed off to the side were black ankle high heels with thin chains decorating the sides. A pair of over knee socks were folded neatly on a small shelf off to the right.
Reaching out, Iris rubbed the sleeve of the shirt thoughtfully. With a sigh, she pulled off her top and pulled on the one in the closet. Closing the clasps, Iris shedded her pants and slipped on the shorts, reaching slightly above mid thigh. Pulling the ankle length skirt on, Iris slid on the socks and shoes. Digging through the drawers, Iris pulled out a silver belt and wrapped it around her hips.
She was about to slip a small scythe into a slot on the belt but she paused and gazed at it thoughtfully.
It was small, about the size of a coffee cup, the blade appearing like it couldn't cut through anything. It was an uncommon weapon for an Exorcist, but it worked for her. She shrugged and pushed the small scythe into its slot.
Running a comb through her hair, Iris tied it up into a high bun with two blue and silver chopsticks. Slipping on a pair of long sleeves that reached below her thumb, Iris tugged on black gloves. With a long cloak wrapped around her shoulders, Iris strolled towards door and walked into the rain.
A crowd of people walked behind the former Exorcist as she rode on a large black stallion with a white blaze and white stockings. Iris gently rubbed her mount's damp neck as they trudged through the rain and mud.
"Miss Iris?" the mayor asked.
Iris turned to look curiously at the balding man. "Yes?"
He patted his damp forehead with his handkerchief as he peered up at the woman from under his umbrella.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, concerned.
Iris shrugged. "It is my duty."
The mayor gave her a nervous look as they arrived at the ruins of Old Mookie's house. The villagers stayed at the edge of the forest as Iris dismounted the horse, giving the reins to the mayor. Unclipping the clasp on her cloak, Iris draped the thick fabric over her saddle, protecting the leather.
"I want you all to go back to the village," Iris ordered, pulling her scythe out. "I don't want you to be part of this."
The mayor hesitated before turning and ushering the town out of area. "All right everyone, please return your homes and our Miss Iris will return to us whole!" he happily cheered.
Loud shouts of 'good luck' and 'May God be with you, Miss Iris!' to which the said exorcist ignored. They were there, hiding, waiting for her to reveal her Innocence and steal it.
"Innocence. Activate." she whispered, pressing her lips softly against the black handle of the tiny scythe.
The blazing green light of the power of Innocence shone bright as the scythe grew in length as the blade extended. She held it high, feeling the power hum violently from under her fingers. Hauntingly moans and groans surrounded her as the six Akuma drew close, shedding their human skins. She licked her dry lips. Here it goes.
"Reaper's Hand!"
Tightening her grasp on her scythe, Iris slashed the air. Where a normal blade would just cut through the air without problem, her scythe was anything but a regular blade. The Akuma let out loud shrieks, as the air seemed to open, revealing a dark portal, black mist trailing out. Iris watched, feeling a little sick. She didn't like calling for Reaper's Hand but there were too many Akuma for her to handle at once.
Sudden movement from the portal caught her eye, and she tensed. Slowly emerging from the portal was giant skeleton hand. The pristine white bones gleamed as it reached out for the Akuma, the fingers wiggling eagerly for a prize. Immediately the Akuma tried to flee but Reaper's Hand caught two of them, the fingers enclosing the two Akuma tightly. It began to squeeze, harder and harder, the Akuma screaming in pain. Iris bit her lower lip, knowing the screams would cost her a few peaceful sleeps. Suddenly the Akuma let out their final screams before exploding, blood raining down. Iris grimaced, watching Reaper's Hand slowly fade away, leaving her with four Akuma left. A dull throb spread from her chest, her heart pounding in her ears.
Okay. No more special summoning for today.
Purple bullets rained down upon her, destroying the ground on which she stood. Leaping high into the air, Iris landed onto one of the Akuma, bringing her scythe down. The blade sliced through its thick skin, the dark blood showering the ground red. The Akuma wailed and exploded, hitting the ground with a thud. Iris landed on the ground, doing a back flip to avoid a oncoming bullet. She glanced up to see one Akuma aiming all of it cannons and circling her like a lion.
Twirling her Innocence rapidly, Iris deflected the bullets, scattering them around her. She shot up in the air and brought her feet down hard onto an Akuma, slicing through the pained soul in half. The total of Akuma was now down to the two that hovered around her cautiously.
"Do not even try to run Akuma," Iris hissed, wiping the foul blood that covered her face. "I am the Angel Exorcist. No evil shall escape my scythe."
The one of the Akumas screamed and lunged for her, cannons glowing.
Iris shot forward and brought her scythe down onto one of the cannons, causing it to explode in the Akuma's face. Using the distraction, Iris killed the Akuma, closing her eyes as the Akuma let out one last dying cry before hitting the ground. Standing still, she closed her eyes and murmured a prayer for the poor soul that was forced to be an Akuma. A soft groan made her eyes snap open and she flung her scythe to the left sharply. The last Akuma attempted to sneak way before being split in half by the spinning scythe. It spiraled back to Iris' hand, the blood soaked scythe gleaming.
Letting out a sigh, Iris deactivated her Innocence and fell down onto her behind with a grunt. Looking around, she stared at the bodies of Akumas that surrounded her. The rain had rain had stopped sometime during the fight, the rain water mixing with the blood. Wrinkling her nose at the stench, Iris wiped her hands on her skirt. But a sudden flash of color immediately caught her eye, making her whip her head around at see a Finder running off.
"Oh hell!" she cursed, jumping up and racing after him.
She knew she wouldn't be fast enough to catch up with him and so, she unhappily summoned her second Innocence.
The Finder gasped as he hurried away to inform HQ. Iris Chase was hard to find, considering that there were several Finders spending eight years looking for her.
Suddenly, a massive figure landed in front of him. The Finder skidded and landed hard onto his back. He looked up in terror as the former Exorcist hovered over him, massive white wings held high above them both.
"And where do you think you are going?" she asked frostily, glaring down at him.
The Finder let out a nervous laugh at her anger. "Exorcist Chase! H-h-how are you doing?"
Iris tapped her index finger against her arm, giving him a dangerous look. "So I take it that you were going to alert the Black Order of my position?"
"I-i-i-it is m-my d-d-d-duty. I-I-I-I was o-ordered to find-d-d you."
Iris stared at him for a moment before her large wings slowly melted back into her back, thin traces of blood trailing down her milky white skin. The Finder flinched. It looked painful.
"Fine."
The Finder blinked in shock. "What?"
Iris sheathed her scythe into her belt. "You can report to the Black Order of my position."
"Really?!"
Rubbing her shoulder, Iris opened an eye to stare down at the shocked Finder. "Of course. Now leave." she ordered.
The Finder grinned before running off into the dark forest.
Iris smirked, bangs covering her eyes as she whispered, "After all, I like a good chase."
So this is my first D-gray Man fic. I actually started this about a year ago but never finished it. Oh and it will follow the anime and then somehow blend into the magna cause I only have the first two seasons of D-Gray Man.
Oh Iris is 17 in this. She ran away at the age of 11 from the Black Order.