'…The Barry family was found missing from their home last night, with several piles of ash found in each bed. Their oldest son, Daisya (19), has been missing for almost five years. By now, we presume that he is dead. If anybody has any information on the whereabouts of any of the Barrys, please contact the local authorites…'
Daisya threw the article to the floor, fighting back tears. One of his childhood friends, now a Finder, had brought the article with him when he had gotten back from his mission with a General. It was only a couple days old, so their deaths stung like salt in a wound. "Why? I haven't seen them since I left, so why am I crying? They probably didn't even remember me!"
Bodrum was supposed to be a peaceful city, but the last time they had an akuma problem, he became an exorcist. Tiedoll was there, and he came with the Innocence that made up the Charity Bell. Now, the silver sphere was the only thing he had to remember his family. He couldn't quite recall their faces now. They were just a fading memory. Maybe, just maybe, it was better for it to be that way.
"They're dead. If they got the bad end of the deal, then who else did?" From what he could think of, his family was well-loved. The small Turkish village never changed, so he doubted that would. Hopefully the Earl didn't show up to take advantage of the neighbors. If any more akuma showed up, they'd probably send another exorcist. After all, what could he do?
A very good question. What could Daisya do in his hometown? Sure, he knew how to get around, but there was also the issue of being recognized. It was part of his contract—he had to disappear. The only thing he would really be able to do is come to terms with his family being dead and plan the funeral.
A/N: Hello my readers~ If you're wondering how this drabble came to be, it's actually something I wrote for my RP blog on Tumblr (it's charitybellexorcist). There was an angsty askbox meme going around, and I thought it would be fun to write something based off of it. Here's the result.