Ok, this is just something that I'm starting here. I made a one-shot on quizilla and if you want to read it e-mail me and i'll send you the link to it. And to be honest I really am looking forward to writing this series and all! All credit given to Katsura Hoshino because I do not own D.Gray-Man. This is a OCxTyki Mikk romance...thingy.

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Name: Arcelia Veracruz

Age: 18

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 122 lbs

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Dark Blue (I know it's black in the pic)

Race: Human

Weapons: Deck of cards

Innocence: None

Other: Yes, she's human, but not an Exorcist. Her clan is similar to the Noah Clan who are super human, so that kinda makes her super human. But her clan serves the Noah Clan, but her clan dont usually stay together, they tend to wander off. But each member of her clan is paired up with a member of the Noah Clan. Just as the Noah's are the 'TRUE' Apostles, her clan are Disciples and are said to hold the true secrets of God. Her clan is called...The Templar Clan. Ancestors of her clan use to be part of The Templar Knights, or Knights of Templar, whichever way suits your taste.

'Sister? Where are you going?' A young girl with short, choppy, light blue hair was standing by a broken door holding up a lantern.

'Out.' Replied the older woman.

'With who? Hector?' The older woman giggles and runs her fingers through her long blue hair.

She looks down at the young girl and smiles, 'No. Not with Hector.'

'Then who?' The woman was about to answer when someone cleared their throat.

'I'll tell you later.' The young girl watched as the young woman walked away from her and towards the young man.

'A...gentleman?' Mumbles the young girl.

He was dressed up with a suit and top hat with gloves on his hands. The girl wondered who he was and how her sister knew him. She was dressed in a simple, but lovely dress. It's no dress to take to a ball, but a dress to put on for tea. She sighs to herself. She wished for a young and handsome man to take her away from her boring and simple life, 'Hector...'

'Yes hermanita?'

'Well...do you think that...there is a man out there for me?'

'Why do you ask such a question?'

'Por que...nada.'

'No, tell me why.'

The girl was quiet. She glares at the spot where her sister and that man were at minutes earlier, 'Because...I want her to be jealous of me!'

And she threw the lantern on the stone ground and watched as shards of glass flies in every direction and the candle die out.

"Arcelia! Wake up!" You felt someone shake you and you push them away.

"Leave me," You say to them.

"I wish I could, but remember we have to go to the ball soon," You groan at the voice.

"Hector, why can't you ever tell me good news?" He smiles down at you and pats your head.

Hector is your older brother, and he's not the brightest. He's Lulubell's Templar, which he doesn't mind at all. He has dark blue hair and most of the time has his eyes closed so you couldn't remember what color his eyes are because he took on Lulubell's habbits.

"Whats the fun in that? Now hurry up! Tyki is waiting for you," Hector walks out of the library and into the halls.

You sigh as you closed the book that you were sleeping on and placed it back on the shelf. You groan out loud. You hated going to balls, you could barely stand wearing the oversized dresses that you are forced to wear. You head out of the library and into the changing room that you and the other women in your clan set up. The door was closed and you heard yelling inside. Forgetting your manners you open the door and find two young girls fighting over jewlery.

"The necklace is mine! I saw it first!"

"Nuh uh! It's Desi's necklace!" Desi's Jasdero's Templar and the two get along very well. Desi also has blonde hair, and her eyes are blue. Her hair style is exactly the same as her sister's. The two are actually proud to be twins and don't care if people call them 'the twins'.

"Stop you two. Monita you should know better, you're older," You said as you sat in your favorite chair.

"I'm older by only 3 minutes!" She shouts.

Monita's Debitto's Templar and the two are on good terms at times. Sometimes they can't stand each other. Monita has black hair and redish brown colored eyes. Her hair is the same as Desi's. Both also wear the same things just different colors. Desi is pink, and Monita is usually black. They wear mini skirts, large boots that give them an extra 2 inches, and jackets. Both also have top hats and cains, so it's obvious they try to mirror each other as much as they can, but at times they can't help but to argue.

"Still older," You lean close to the mirror and stare at your face.

"If you're wondering who's prettier, it's you," You look towards the door confused.

"What?" You ask.

The tall, strong woman walks in and sits next to you, "I know you Arcelia. You're much more beautiful that her."

Her name is Madrona and she's Skinn's Templar. She supplies him with sweets and such and tries to help him out as much as she can. She's quite tall for a woman but is shorter than Skinn. She has brown hair that is just above her shoulders and looks as if to be a very powerful and intimidating mother.

"That's not true. She was much prettier," You found your longly hated ball gown and you remove your everyday dress.

You slip it on and you look at the tall woman, "Madrona. Ayuda me con mi vestido!"

Madrona walks over to you and pulls on the string on the back of your dress. You look at yourself in the mirror. The dress was violet with green on the edges. Those were your signature colors, always have been since you were a child. When Madrona was finished crushing your ribs with the corset, you glide to where the makeup was at. Desi and Monita apply each others makeup without the help of a mirror, and they were about to do each others hair when Madrona ordered them to sit in a chair so she could fix their hair. You notice the drastic change from you not having makeup to you having it on it almost scared you.

"I'm still not use to this crap," You said.

"You've been doing this for three years. You should be use to it by now," Said Madrona as she brushed Desi's hair.

"I know but...it's hard. How did she do it?"

"She couldn't handle it," Said Madrona.

"And I can?"

"You're lasting alot longer than she did," You grunt and start to try and fix your own hair.

"Mirabel was perfect," You hiss, "If she couldn't do it, then I can't either!"

"Ya mujer! No mas con tu trieste historia!" Snaps Madrona.

"Lo siento," You mumble.

"Ok. Now is everyone ready?" Asks Madrona.

All nod, "Good."

She leads you and the other two out of the room and into the den where everyone else was waiting. You walk over to Tyki and took his hand. He smiles down at you and lifts your hand to his lips, "My, how beautiful you look Arcelia. A fine woman you are."

He kisses your hand and then your cheek, "Ready?"

You nod and you hold onto Tyki's arm and head for the ball.

You watch the people dance around you machanically, as if to have no will of their own. You hated the feeling of having so many people around you and having so many suitors hounding you when Tyki is off dancing with a young woman. Many take interest at the templar crest that was carved into your skin many years ago that is positioned over your heart, "Was it painful?"

"Did you want it there?"

"Is there more to it?" The last question disturbed you greatly and you excused yourself from the crowd of men and went towards the Earl.

"I'm sorry sir, but it's just so uncomfortable to be with them alone," The Earl nods.

"I understand Arcelia. Do you wish to leave?" You shake your head.

"No sir, I just...nevermind," He looks at you then down at the two children playing by his side.

"Children? Why not dance with Arcelia?" You peek over and see Road and her Templar Mora.

"Yeah! C'mon Mora! Let's dance with Arcelia!" They each grab your hand and drag you to the floor.

You had to admit that you love dancing with them, but soon it came to an end when someone taps on your shoulder. You look and see Tyki.

"Would the two stunningly beautiful girls mind if I danced with such a beauty?" The two snicker and nod, leaving you with Tyki.

"Arcelia my love, I'm sorry for leaving you to those hounds," He glances at the glaring group of men and smiles down at you.

"It's no problem," You muse as you continue to follow Tyki's steps.

"Now I heard from someone that you are degrading yourself?"

"I'm not. It's just that...she was so much better than me yet she didn't last as long as I did. She was perfect," You whisper.

"She obviously wasn't perfect if she couldn't deal with our situation," He said.

But the way he said it made him sound...sad?

"Why do I get this feeling that you are sad, Tyki?"

"Ignore that feeling love. I felt nothing towards her. She was nothing but a mere tool," He said with such malice.

"If you refere to her as a tool then is that not what I am to you?" You ask.

"You are no tool to me Arcelia. You mean much more to me. You are nothing like her. She betrayed us and she got what she deserved," His lips curl up into a loving smile, "You know I love you Arcelia. You are my world you make life more exciting and worth living. Our affair is so thrilling that I can barely keep my hands off you and I must contain my urges to just take you where we stand."

You smile up at him and look towards the group of Noah and Templar who are staring into the crowd and kiss Tyki's cheek, "No matter what you say to me Tyki, you make it sound so romantic."

"I try...by the way, what was it that drove you away from them?" He looks over at the group of suitors that surrounded you earlier.

"Well, one question made me feel weird," He nods telling you to continue.

"One of them asked if there was more to the crest that is on my breast," Tyki pulls back a little to take a good look at your left breast.

There he saw half of the crest that is visable to any man to see, and well as the top half of your breasts. He sighs and starts to breath long and steady. He's trying so hard to contain himself from not attacking the group. He couldn't take the looks that you two are getting and he pulls you away from the floor and outside where the garden is at. He guides you to a bench near the fountain in the middle of the garden, "When we return, burn the wretched dress."

"Then what am I to wear to such occasions?" He shrugs.

"I'll try and avoid taking you," He said.

"No, I like going with you," You lean on him and you hold onto his arm, "I feel special when I walk in with you being my escort."

"I'm glad," He leans down and presses his soft, warm lips onto yours.

You have been anticipating it the whole night. His lips on your felt so right. They always have been ever since your first kiss, which in fact was shared only months earlier. After you killed an exorcist and trapped his soul into your black deck of cards, Tyki said that he was proud and kissed you right there. He pulls away from your lips and frowns, "Please Arcelia, remove the lip coloring. It's displeasing and a turn-off."

"Trying to french me?"

"Don't I always?" You pull out a napkin and removed your lipstick.

"Better?"

"Much."

He claims your lips again but this time with more passion. His hands move to your hips and grips onto them while your hands are on his cheeks. You feel his tongue glide on your bottom lip, asking for entry. You grant it and felt his tongue invade your mouth. Deciding that he should've have all the fun you rub your tongue against his. You feel him smirk and he chuckles but still he continues on with his actions. The feeling of his tongue playing with yours begins to arouse you. You moan in pleasure as Tyki's hands slide from your hips, up your sides and stop below your breasts. Not bothering to stop the kiss for your permission, he cups your breats and gently squeezes them, causing you to gasp and pull back as a reaction. His lips move away from yours and down your neck. His warm tongue licking the side of your neck earning Tyki another moan from you. He never stops his hands from playing with your breasts as his tongue glides from the base of your neck to your jaw. His tongue the licks the side of your face and stops by your ear. His breathing did speed up with the passionate kiss he had with you earlier, "I'm sorry love, but it ends here."

His hands stop moving and he removes your hands from his face, but not before kissing the top of your hands, "Oh Arcelia, I wish to take you I do. But right now is neither the time nor place. Forgive me for leading you on."

You kiss him one last time, "Forgiven."

He smiles and stands up and then helps you up. He fixes himself up and you try to fix any imperfections that was caused by Tyki.

"Remember, burn it," He said as he leads you back inside.

"I know Tyki. I know."