Name: The Act of Murder
Summary: In the high aristocrat society where money talks and ranks proves all lives Rhode of the grand Noah family. The Noah family deals mostly in illegal activity are constantly dogged by the police, but never are convicted of any thing. The reason: they leave no proof whatsoever. One day Rhode meets a young man of another noble family known as Allen Walker. She decides to make him her new toy...but what if there is more to Allen then there seems? And what if he's put up to the undercover task of proving and convicting the Noah Family guilty? What will Rhode do?
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Another D. Gray-man fic by me...uhm...please enjoy? And please review!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own D.Gray-man or any of the characters.
WITNESS 1 – New Doll
As Rhode almost utterly destroyed her alarm clock she rolled onto her side. In the midst of a feathery snow white bed rained with royal pillows and fluffy stuffed toys was the young girl. Her hair was even more rebellious than usual, probably due to the restless sleep she had the previous night before. With a deep sigh the side of her face dug into the pillow she currently rested her head on as she pulled the soft silk sheets of purple closer to her small figure.
"Rhode!" Tyki Mikk called as he opened the door to her room without a single care to knock, "Wake up!" With an annoyed groan the girl sat up in her bed, busying her hands in the task to untangle her hair. Her golden eyes met the ones her intruder after a few quiet moments.
"You're supposed to knockbefore you enter a lady's room, Tyki," the girl scolded him with a growl. Her voice was velvety and tinkled like the most beautiful sound in the world. It was like a violin, fast paced and light with a secretive mask of mystery hidden beneath the folds. "And I am very much awake…too awake for my liking, rather…" She trailed off as she rubbed her feline eyes.
Tyki sat himself on the side of her bed, ignoring her correction of his manners, "Hmm…it's a very good thing you're awake, you wouldn't want to miss the events planned for today." The man's voice was as smooth as baby skin and seemingly always seductive in a mischievous manner. At the sound of the news Rhode instantly brightened, letting her hands fall from the attempt to straighten up her hair, and leaning closer to hear what else her dear family member had to say. "Tonight is a very important party," he continued with a smirk, "The Earl has planned a special bang tonight…"
In the Noah family a bang always meant blood, killing, and war. If this party required that, then surely they would be intending along with one of their enemies…one of their associatesthat they didn't quite get along with. The news made Rhode squeal in anticipation. For…the Noah family was not just any noble family. They were a family of treachery, greed, and power through blood.
They were one of the top Mafia families out there.
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Rhode was sent shopping for a dress right away. As she was suited up dress by dress, she quickly became bored. Pretty dresses with frills tailored to her size were merely routine to her, and almost as if a chore. Finally deciding on a white dress with no straps nor sleeves that left a small train behind her, she exited the store after the flash of her credit card. Her dress would become a deep crimson later, and even despite that she would throw it out after the party anyways. I mean, who wears a gown already worn? That went unspeakable by the ladies of high nobility. When she was outside there was when she happened to crash into a certain young man. Fortunately for her she was caught before falling down.
"Ouch…" Rhode groaned softly, closing one eye as she winced. A light flowery scent wafted into her senses, she couldn't quite register what the scent was from, but it smelled light, elegant, and of high standing.
The young man who had both crashed into her and caught her began apologizing immediately, "I'm so sorry, are you alright? Are you injured anywhere? Oh gosh…what should I do…" The girl looked up to see a panicking boy with shoulder length snow-white hair. His eyes are different colors from each otherinquired Rhode as she stared into them. Despite the quirk of his appearance, the girl saw the innocence reflected in his young eyes. A smile crawled into her complexion despite her control and soon she was giggling at his confusion.
"Don't worry," she winked at him mischievously, "I'm fine, but…I do think an action of that deserves a redemption…"
"Eh?" the boy scratched his head with a puzzled expression. He looked young, not quite as young as Rhode herself, but in his teens, maybe sixteen or seventeen?
"In other words, kind gentlemen, you owe me." She grinned. "And I happen to be up for some tea." She took his arm, nearly dragging him towards her favorite café that served the most delicious and moist cakes and sweetened tea that met her standards. "By the way, my name is Rhode."
"I-I'm Allen…Allen Walker…" he stuttered, finally looking as if he was accepting the fact that he was being forced to treat a total stranger of a maiden to tea.
And that was how Allen Walker found himself in the presence of the tricky girl known as Rhode. And that was also how Rhode Camelot found a new toy to play with.