A/N: Here's a little drabble since it's been awhile, and I do mean awhile, since I uploaded anything.

Disclaimer: It's obvious that I don't own it. 'Cause if I owned it, then I'd have it. And if I had it then I'd own it. But I don't own it, so it's obvious...

D. Gray -man belongs to Katsura Hoshino-sensei.

~Games


Road Camelot was said to be the eldest child of the Noah Clan despite her young appearance. Even more so, her somewhat childish nature made it harder to determine her true age.

She was as a child when she was bored and would whine and complain to her uncle, Tyki Mikk, another member of their Clan. And Road, just as a child loved to play games. It was only natural. However, her own games tended to go over the border of 'normal' and instead took a turn beyond sadistic.

Yes, Road loved games; just like the current one she played.

"All~en," the Noah taunted; golden eyes gazed at the one she had just called. The boys' image so clearly reflected in her eyes.

When no reply came, she pouted and continued. "I want to see the 14th." She uttered as if it would somehow make the boy submit. Once again, the Noah was met with silence, but this time she grew angry; such as a child denied of having their way.

Road did nothing but stand her ground, yet screams now filled the silence. All sorts of screams: male, female, from young and old. They all sounded in pain; agony.

Screams, ripped even from the young man she had called, what seemed so long ago. As he yelled out from seeing his friends hurt. His friends, all exorcists, caught in a trap; in a game, created by the Noah-for the Noah, designed to get what she wanted.

Several pseudo-dice littered Road's 'playroom' entrapping few exorcist: Lavi, Lenalee, Kanda, as the others remained empty. She had wanted to make the long haired samurai her life-sized doll, but it proved to be troublesome as he would somehow or another regain consciousness. So she settled for the timid, curly haired woman, who she knew could rewind time. Miranda lay lifeless, on her side as if she had been tipped over in a rush of someone trying to hurriedly get to their other toys.

Stripped, lit, cone-shaped candles hovered in the air, waiting to join their companions embedded in the exorcists. Holes in the dice allowed the candles to soar through the spaces to reach their targets.

Allen stood against the far wall, hands stretched to his side; Held there by an unnatural force that he could not escape from. An unnatural force that Road knew belonged to none other than one of the Noah Clan, her father. Like a father who would bring toys to satisfy his children.

"I- won't allow that-" Allen's broken reply.

And like a child, that would be the wrong answer. Especially from one who wanted everything to go their way. And so, the screams continued.

Until, perhaps she once again became bored.


I think I'll continue with the drabbles until I work up enough determination to write up a chapter fic... anyway did you like it?