A/N: Hey all. It's me. I know I shouldn't be starting another fanfic when I'm barely keeping up with the ones I should be working on right now, but inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks to the face.
I hope that this fanfic will be interesting enough for all of you, and I hope you enjoy it.
The rough time of this fanfic is about the same as it is in the D. Gray Man storyline, only this is an all human (minus the 'Noah', as they will still be called) and could possibly be considered an alternate universe.
Summary:
The Dark Angel. A name of a legend in the assassin world. Employed by an organization led by 'The Earl', his power and control influencial in most of Europe, few who have seen his face have lived to tell the tale. However, when the legend himself is assigned a mission by one of the Earl's highest ranking members, a 'Noah', he is then betrayed so there are no witnesses or evidence pointing towards the Earl. When he then is rescued by innocents, The Dark Angel vows to take down the organization, even if it means his own death.
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Prologue
It was dark, the silence almost deafening.
Of course it was, the man mused silently, watching the snow slowly fall by in lazy waves. Not many sane people would be out at this time of night.
Other than him.
He sighed softly, his breath making a thin stream of mist in the air, and raised a hand, seeming so pale in the dim natural light of the night, to pull a lock of long black hair behind his ear in a smooth motion, fixing the top hat perched upon his hair in the process.
Taking in another breath, slowly, and letting it out, allowed himself to become the other.
Allowed himself to push all of his emotions aside so he could accomplish this mission, knowing he would remember it and pity both himself and his victim.
Then he set off, his dark clad body stalking his newest prey.
The tracks he left in the powdery white that coated the ground with persistance were quickly erased, as if he had never even walked down the road.
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"Good Evening, Sir." the man at the door said as the dark clad man passed through into the building, giving only a single quick glance in return.
The mansion hadn't changed a bit since he'd last been here, the tall corridors still as dark and comforting yet terrifying as always. The dark purple with the black patterned the walls, the photographs decorating them holding so much history beneath their surfaces that the man paused for a moment to study a particular painting of an angel, skin sickly pale, with black eyes, hair, and gigantic wings spread out around himself, as though to offer what little protection they could.
Gabriel, the Dark Angel. The Angel of Death, as some called him.
A single bitter laugh burst from his throat as he stared at the Angel in what seemed like longing, then pity, before turning and continuing his journey down the silent hallway.
How fitting, he thought, for Gabriel to be earthbound for his sins.
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"Welcome." the voice practically cooed to him as he entered the large banquet hall, filled only with a single large table and chairs.
The man nodded, a hand slipping inside his jacket to caress his twin knives, the silver metal only visible for a moment before it disappeared.
The one seated at the table then noted his impatience and cleared his throat in what seemed like nervousness, but the man in front of him knew it was all a show for his entertainment.
"Ah, yes. I must congratulate you on your successful return to us, as well as tell you that there is a new mission."
"What is it." the man asked in a bored monotone, eyes glittering in the shadows of his hat.
"I need you to..dispose of someone for me. Someone among my Noah."
The mans attention was snagged, a tiny thread that clung to him like spider silk. "Of course. Who is it."
The other smiled, his already wide smile stretching further, altogether a creepy effect. And the bait is taken..
"I need you to get rid of Road Kamelot." the large man sneered, although how it was possible was beyond anyone. But only he knew the real reason behind that sneer. He needed the other to buy it as distastful and disgusted towards the new target. In all reality, it was towards the dark man standing before him, his dark top hat shielding his face from the outside world.
To most, it would merely seem as if he were attempting to hide his face from the weather, but the other knew him, knew his habits, and knew that it was not the case at all. He was hiding his identity.
"Very well, my lord. It shall be done. When do you wish me to depart?"
"Tomorrow morning. I expect you in London two days, back here in three. Do not fail."
"I will not." the man replied, turning on his heel and walking back out of the banquet hall.
After all, it would mean death for him should he fail.
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Stepping out into the street again, he tipped his hat at a passerby and continued through the snow, the dark suit standing out against the stark white of the snow.
His breath came out in a white mist, his hands pulling the gloves kept in his coat pocket by habit and pulling them on, preserving what little warmth that was left. His feet carried him through the deserted town, the small pathways between buildings so easily traversed.
His mind was in a whirlwind.
His mission was to kill Road Kamelot. The Earl's second most trusted Noah, and by far the most sadistic child Noah in the history of the Organization. Tyki was next in line, however, and unfortunately, he was never seen without Road.
This is going to be very difficult..
His lips turned into a slight frown as he grimly thought more about just what he had to do.
He knew almost nothing about her or Tyki, what their habits were, what they were like, nothing. And he was expected to dispose of a Noah no less, in one day.
Staring ahead, he trod on with determination as he attempted to make sense of this mad plan.
A/N: It's a short chapter, I know.