Fourteen Songs
Prologue: Silent Nights
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own D. Gray-man or any of its characters. All ideas though are my own and so lucky me for being able to take some credit, here.
It seemed apparent that an exorcist with the memories of a Noah was not meant to spend his days in complete happiness.
It was made rather plain to Allen Walker that things were not going to be as they once were. To be watched over and hesitantly approached by most was how things seemed to be going so far. "There is something inside you that takes precedence over your previous status. You are to be taken care of and watched," said Malcolm C. Levrier. That was simply a kind way of putting the matter, however. His every move was being shadowed and reported as Howard Link accompanied him.
Despite his previous protests, Allen was not bothering to think anything else of the matter. What was the point to attempting to disregard matters that were supposedly not within his right to oppose? He was an exorcist but lately that seemed only to be a title granted to him. For Allen, it was as if there was no one left to save – Levrier and Link were not permitting him to aide often – and so what was he there for? To be watched like a child while awaiting Levrier's decision that he was perfectly within his ability to control and maintain himself.
He seemingly had no purpose here. He had been trained and decided long ago that he would save the lives of everyone he possibly could. He had put his every ounce of effort and ability and talent into being an exorcist and now he was locked up as though, the prisoner. That was exactly as he was seen, wasn't it? Just a prisoner within his own body, it seemed.
At times it almost felt as though Allen was losing it. Was that what was really happening here as he sat around all day or walked around and awaited news on when his friends would return with another innocence. In the end though, Allen had decided that he wasn't losing anything. More or less, all this time that he remained cooped up reading and thinking; sitting alone with Timcanpy and staring at the cursed hand that had been depicted as the hand meant to save Akuma. All throughout that time, Allen was finding himself and understanding the true motives that were being executed here. Watching as Link reported on his now 'normal' actions was something of an amusement.
In the end, Allen was becoming detached. Detached from the world he had previously known. The world of being an exorcist. The thought made Allen laugh as he shook his head and glanced outside his bedroom window. Sitting on the sill was something of the norm nowadays … in one way or another, it allowed him to get away; the feeling that accompanied staring into the empty sky was relaxing and it set him at ease as he remembered the times that had once been his life. His hand lingering on his knee before his grey hues wandered towards it.
Is this what I was trained to do, he thought to himself. Sit around and be a mere statue that did and said nothing to anyone anymore?
His eyes closed for a moment as he allowed those feelings to fade away. They can't trust me anymore. Can't trust me to do anything for them and so they've locked me up. Is that how everything is going to be? No more trusting me with their lives… no more trusting me to play a role in who lives and who dies. An exorcist; a judge and an executioner; an arbiter is what I once was, but now I'm simply the host. The one destined to become the Fourteenth. They had trained me so well too … I was a capable exorcist and now I've been dethroned and left behind.
"… maybe it's time I leave this all behind."
[ A.N. ] Well, here it is. Nothing more than a prologue, but hopefully a decent enough one to capture some interest. I'd rather not write only to find out no one is truly interested and so I'm hoping for responses on what you think is to come from this little excerpt. I've begun writing Chapter One and if I get enough responses, then the story will really begin.
Until then, sayonara ~
