The Heart Of Me: Chapter 1

Hi! So I don't own D-Gray Man or any of it's characters just my OC's and this plot.

The room was dimly lit with candles floating around and with a very large man in a white coat, his ever present smile that took up most of his face, glasses that covered his eyes, and a weirdly decorated top hat sitting in a rocking chair surrounded by many phones. He had just received a call from one the many humans that he felt were pathetic and beneath him but were helping him with his cause. A broker. The man said he believed that there was innocence in a teen that lived there.

He didn't know how to explain it and had only met the young girl once, but he was sure it was in her and that it would be worth his time to look into it. So he called one of his children to look into it. He had them go 'undercover' to find out about this innocence and its accommodator, which meant they would have to stay there for some time to determine if what the human said was true. And if it was, it was up to his child to determine if the young accommodator was worth having at his side or should be disposed of.

God I couldn't wait for this day to end. It was sixth period and my last class of the day. Which also happened to be my least favorite subject, history. Mr. Johnson, a young new teacher, had so many girls swooning at his good looks it was amazing they didn't get him fired on a false pretense of having some kind of relationship with a female student.

He was currently lecturing about the "Civil War" though I didn't get why it was called that since I saw nothing civil about war. But I paid attention none the less, following his every move paying particular attention to his lips.

It wasn't like I was in love with him like some of my other classmates. Though he was extremely attractive, that I couldn't deny. I just couldn't see him as anything other than my teacher. Plus I didn't think he was worth getting kicked out of school for and I was pretty positive that with looks like his there was no way in hell that he was single. And even if he was I doubted that he would think of any of the girls here as anything more than his students.

No I only paid attention because I could read lips and if I didn't pay attention to his I wouldn't know what he was saying. In a sense there was nothing wrong with my hearing but because of my…"condition", which made it harder to focus, I wore headphones and used the music to keep me on task.

It was against school policy to have them in your ears during school hours and if you're caught they get confiscated and you get detention. So I just did what everyone else did to hide the fact that they had them on. I slipped them under my shirt, pulled it up from the back and hid it with my hair. The only perk I could see about being a girl.

I notice him glace at a clock near the door and say,

"We'll stop here for today, everyone pack up your things. Oh and before I forget… I finished grading your tests so I'll be passing those back momentarily. It's clear that some of you aren't doing the homework. So as punishment if you don't pass the next exam I'm doubling your amount of homework."

I didn't need ears to know that the entire class groaned at this because it wasn't just the people that didn't pass that get punished, it would be the entire class. It was Mr. Johnson's way of peer pressuring everyone to do better because if they didn't, they would have to face the wrath of the entire class.

My paper was one of the first handed back and I saw that I got a high B on it but at the bottom I noticed a note that said, "See me after class". I couldn't help wonder what he wanted to talk to me about since I passed the test but there was only one way to find out. I packed up my things slowly since I was no longer in a rush to get out. I figured the bell rang when I noticed everyone rushing out the door but I was still putting my history notebook in my backpack.

Once I was done, I slung the strap over my right shoulder and strolled over to him. He was leaning over his desk, arms crossed, with a slight look of amusement on his face. He unfolded his arms brought them to his ears and did a pulling out motion with them. "Crap" I thought since it meant I would be getting detention for this. I figured my facial expression mirrored what I was thinking since he looked even more amused. With a sigh, I removed the headphones, with my "condition" kicking in the second they were out, and let them fall on my shoulders wanting to get the lecture that I knew was coming over with.

"So miss Danielle, would you care to explain to me why you're listening to music while I'm teaching?"

"Um…not really."

He gave me a look that told me I didn't have a say in that matter. He then reached over his desk and grabbed a cigarette and pulled out a lighter from his pocket.

"*sigh*…Mr. Johnson I really wish you'd be more considerate to those of us who don't smoke since your slowly killing us along with yourself."

He looked surprised at my comment and chuckled softly and said

"Very well miss Danielle. I'll refrain from smoking but in exchange you answer my question, fair enough"?

I nodded since I knew I would have to answer his question anyways but I at least didn't have to smell his cigarette while I answered it. But that begged the question, why was he smoking on school grounds? I'm pretty positive that that is also against school policy but I didn't say anything about it since he would probably see it as me changing the subject. I could feel his gaze on me and figured it was now or never. Refusing to meet his eyes I answer.

"Don't take it personally Mr. Johnson I wear them in all of my classes."

"You know you're not making the situation any better for yourself. And you still haven't answered my question".

"I'm getting to that… I hear things".

"Care to explain."

I could see from his facial expression that he didn't believe what I had just said. I had expected that much. Everyone that I told thought I was crazy or that I was trying to get attention. So I figured it couldn't hurt to tell him the truth since I would still end up getting in trouble. Maybe he'd be more lenient with me if he thought I wasn't entirely there.

"I hear things crying out. Saying that they don't want to do this, they don't want to kill anymore. They just want to rest in peace. Saying that this isn't their fault, that the earl is making them do all these horrible things. Crying for someone to please stop them. To end their suffering, to love them, to forgive them. I hear it all the time and the only thing that makes it go away is music. I'm able to drown it all out and focus when my headphones are in and music is playing."

I looked at Mr. Johnson and noticed he had an odd facial expression. One that I couldn't figure out. He turned then grabbed a tissue from a box on the top of his desk and handed it to me. I didn't understand why until I felt something slide down my face. I reached up my hand and felt tears. I hadn't even realized that I had started crying. Again my face must have shown the shock I was feeling since his expression changed to something more tender.

"Since when have you been able to hear these voices?"

I looked at him wondering if he thought I was crazy just like everyone else did, but he looked like he believed me so I answered.

"I've been able to hear them for as long as I can remember."

"Can you hear them now?"

"It's not as strong as other times but yes I can hear then now."

"Does anyone else know about this...condition of yours?"

"My parents, siblings, a couple of my other family members and four child psychologists."

"Psychologists?"

"Yes. It's not normal for a child to hear voices that no one else can hear."

"Yes, but four of them?"

I simply shrugged my shoulders at this. I didn't know what else to tell him since I don't even know why I had to go to four different psychologists. Maybe my parents were hoping that one of them could do something that the others couldn't to stop these voices.

"Very well I believe you. I will allow you to wear your headphones in my class. But on two conditions. One no one is to find out that you are wearing headphones or else I will have to confiscate them. Two you are not allowed to get anything lower than an A on any of my tests or else you get detention, do I make myself clear?"

I simply nodded. I was in shock from what he just said. Not only had he believed me when I told him that I could hear voices and my music kept me from that, he allowed me to keep wearing them and I wouldn't get in trouble for it. I just couldn't believe it. Snapping me out of my daze he said,

"That's all miss Danielle your free to leave."

And with that I left. Not realizing that he was watching me as I was leaving.

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