Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-Man, or any of the characters used in this fic. They all belong to Katsura Hoshino. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Some Nights
They never hear him worry, nor the fear he hides in the gray. In black, it's all but forgotten, pushed aside for the time of the kill. In white, it's prevalent, an eternal tormentor fitting for a liar such as he.
Some nights, he sits awake and wonders if a sinner like himself has even the right to consider uttering a prayer.
Within dreams, he likes to think that it will last forever; that it can. That the days of his empty, petty scheming will always have a place; that the humans he calls friends will never die, never fade away like smoke. But while awake, he knows better than to hope, to entertain thoughts, that his charade will last forever, let alone another worthless day.
Whatever he may be, a man or a monster, there is always the fear that it can all be taken away.
Showing that fear, giving it life with his words, is cowardice.
The streetlights rain down blood of the Order once more, and, surely, he thinks, even were he to pray, God cannot possibly have enough mercy to spare for a man who offers none.