So here's just a simple word drabble fic that has been weighing on my mind for several months now, ha.
All the words were chosen randomly out of a dictionary that I flipped through and pointed at a word :P I of course own nothing having to do with D. Gray Man. Just my little OC, Sura.
Before hand, I want to apologize for anything that may have been botched, miss-worded or misspelled!
This will be broken up into two chapters, 15 and 15.
Monotonous:
He wasn't quite sure when things had gotten so monotonous. When life had held as much meaning to him as his opponents lives. Although, when he had seen her, smiling brightly and laughing along in the midst of her exorcist comrades. He decided life may not be as callous as he was beginning to feel.
Need:
No, he did not need her company. He may have preferred it once in a while to, Jasdero's rather
battering personality. Even in a state of his more stifling moments, perhaps. But he did not 'need' it.
"Devit?" She cracked the door open. A fluttering of light found his person and he cringed.
"What?" The growl left a puzzled expression on her face. But needless, she came over to sit beside him.
"You seemed lonely at the table earlier, I was wondering if anything was wrong?" The soft sentence had
done little to ease him, but it did take him aback.
She noticed?
Measure:
He wasn't sure what measures he would go to save the girl. There were times he would happily let her burn at the stake by their enemies. And then, as he stood watching her fight to the death for her life and family, he felt compelled to help her.
Penetrating:
She turned away from his penetrating stare. They had previously been involved in a heated discussion of trusting other people. She wondered why he couldn't just open up a little and he merely wondered why she was so chill about it. Her only reply had been, when he truly trusted someone, he would understand. The air got deathly quiet after that. And yet, he still stood there.
"What?" She blushed. Turning her face from his to busy herself on something else.
He walked straight up to her and blocked her path. She blinked and glanced back up at him. Her eyes expressing yet again the unspoken question.
He didn't say anything, instead he pitched her head up and into a breathtaking kiss.
Quiet:
She could never figure out how he could be so quiet and yet so mouthy at times. Such as when she had
turned around just moments before and suddenly, there he was. She gasped and jumped backwards. Her heart racing with thudding jams against her ribcage.
"Don't do that!" She scolded. Breathing deeply, she straightened out and gave him a hard glare.
He only smirked.
Rival:
He couldn't remember when she had stopped being his rival and went to being an ally. However, he still
couldn't understand why she still hung around those disgusting exorcists.
Limitation:
Sure, he had his limitations. But he wasn't so apt to admit it. He had limitations he put even on
himself. More and more limitations had been applied ever since that girl arrived, though.
Preacher:
He didn't need people trying to convert him. He didn't need her to try to save him. So why the hell
wouldn't she drop that fucking topic of seeing a preacher?
Rough:
He hadn't meant to. In fact, felt damned guilty over it. But she had to just go and almost get herself
killed over a fucking, friend. The word made him want to spit.
"Why the hell would you do that?" His eyes narrowed as he advanced on her. "You risked your life for
that scum." She reared back at his harsh name for, Lavi.
"You wouldn't understand!" She shouted. The true meaning of her words sinking in. They both wavered and he pulled forward to grab her wrist. She squinted at the sudden increase of pressure.
The door to their right burst open and none other than his brother made an appearance. Jasdero looked innocently between them.
"Hi, Sura!" He waved at her and then directed his gaze to, Devit. "Hey, Devit, We have a meeting."
Two sets of eyes glared at him. Devit released his hold and followed, Jasdero. The latter giggled whilst leading the way.
Sura, stood behind, rubbing her sensitive wrist.
What's up with him?
Impressive:
As often as the Noah family ridiculed the twins, she had to admit their fighting mechanism was impressive. Her eyes were alight in awe as she watched bodies going back and forth. Their movements so swift she only caught them when one landed to take a second break or rearrange their fighting disposition. When the twins separated it awed her more. Could they fight as efficiently as two separate individuals?
Her mental question was answered as quick as that thought had come though. Next thing she knew they were engaging again. Her eyes flew to the form of, Devit. His eyes were concentrated moreover resolute.
So he can be serious about something? She smiled relieved.
Marriage.
When the idea of marriage had been brought up to her, she fidgeted. It was an innocent question asked
by a sweet friend. All her friends had been either married or involved with someone by this point.
Though she didn't have an adequate reply, she couldn't help but to think of a specific pair of gold
eyes and cocky personality.
"Not yet." She murmured and everyone around her giggled. Her cheeks felt awfully flush.
Night:
The night was always so calming to her. And ever since she discovered a hidden garden within the Noah's accommodations, she hadn't told any one of her treasured place. She only went there to think, nothing more. But it was peaceful.
She overlooked the abyss above her and took a profound breath of the cool air. Opening her eyes she faced the stars.
"I wasn't aware anyone else came here." The mumble caught her off guard and she whirled around, the
dark-haired boy stood several feet from her. Hands in pockets, he stared up at the darkened sky.
"Devit?" Her eyes were wide. Sure, she only claimed this place just months ago, but in all the nights
she visited, he hadn't ever been there. He was always out on missions though, so maybe that was why.
He finally looked down to her. "Hello, buddy." His mouth pulled into a sneer of a smile, displaying oddly sharp canines.
Oh boy.
Offspring:
The idea had never struck her so hard as it currently had. Everywhere she glanced, there were children. People she knew, people she did not know, it always seemed they were reproducing. And yet here she was, staring at a table full of solemn looks and excited voices. None of them ever seemed to worry about the future of offspring.
Her eyes flickered over to where the twins sat, Jasdero bustling about while, Devit inspected his
spoonful of something.
She hoped one day she would have children to love and watch grow.
Picture:
She held the delicate, crumpled picture in her hand. Very quiet tears slid down her cheeks and down to the battered picture below. Leaving a few wet marks on the glossy surface. It would have been an understatement to say she missed her family. It was very often she would think of them.
Her brother's cheeky smile, her mother's lectures, her father's excuses as to 'why' he couldn't exactly fix that leaky faucet yet. She missed it all so much.
She looked up from the picture and out of her small window. Images of, Rhode's eager smile as she wrapped herself around, Sura's waist. Tyki's grumble when she begged him to do a favor for her. Lulu Bell's soft smile when Sura complimented her cooking. Jasdero's prancing around when she finally gave into his whims of wanting to go to the park. Devit's scowl at being forced to tag along and then stubbornly his formed smile of enjoyment. She hadn't gotten a true chance to really get to know the others yet, but she was looking forward to it.
Perhaps it was a good thing she was getting to know the characteristic people she had slowly begun to consider as part of her cracked family now.
Principle:
"It's the principle that counts, Devit!" She scolded and wagged a finger in his face. She was beginning to piss him off. So what if he 'accidentally' broke, Jasdero's special fucking marker. He was not going to replace it.
Jasdero sat far off in a corner somewhere, crying about how mean, Devit was. The two in front of him
sighed. The female shooting the other a scathing look.
"Fine! Whatever." Devit grumbled and turned around, fishing idly for his wallet. Sura crossed her arms
and smirked.
He wasn't always easy to manipulate, but she sure felt accomplished when she made him do right.
Thanks for reading~