A/N: Hey everyone! I realize you guys are probably pretty bummed that I haven't written anything lately. So I'm editing this story and re-posting it in hopes that it'll get more views. Yes I changed the summary again, but this is a work in progress and I need to make a few changes here and there. Also I'd like to give a few words to you guys. I'm so glad you've kept up with me these years. I know some of you are just beginning to read my stories, but there are people who've been with me since the beginning. Thank you all so much. It really means a lot. With those words I'll let you get on with the story. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of D. Gray-man. The other characters in this story are all my creation.
Chapter 1: Cold
I always thought walking home alone was okay... from school anyway. However, it was completely different when it dark outside. Today was a particularly freezing day outside. Winter bit at my fingers in my pockets and licked over my lips as if it were trying to lure my body into the below freezing weather and turn me into a statue. I stayed in my warm coat and scarf where I was safe.
'Why the hell is it always so freezing in this city during the winter?' I thought rubbing my hands together.
Winters in Britain were usually freezing and gave no one mercy. I used to have dreams about a snow man outside my house coming to life and freezing me to death when I was younger. My dreams during the winter haven't changed much since I was sick to tell you the truth. I still have dreams of freezing mounds of snow stacked on top of each other and laying on my while I sleep; however, more recently I've been having dreams about a fat man in a top hat and a malicious grin that seemed far too painful to be real. Looking back on my dreams and when they started hadn't been a surprise because it didn't happen until I found a journal in my dad's library. I read through his journal and started having nightmares almost the same day.
The things that I had learned in my dad's journal were very vague. Seven hundred years ago the Millennium Earl battled the opponent wielding the heart. He emerged victorious, but soon after the great flood wiped out all of humanity. You'd think someone who hated humans would like that; however, his twelve remaining disciples-the second generation of humanity, were also destroyed in the same flood.
I was still a bit fuzzy on the whole exorcist thing. That was only because I hadn't had time the night before to read all the way through. I got the gist of it though. Exorcists belonged to an organization called the Black Order. They used weapons called anti-Akuma weapons, that were made up of something called innocence to fight the Akuma. Akuma were weapons made by the Earl from people's sadness and sorrow.
The exorcists fought with the Earl to find the heart. I know I've been mentioning it here and there but truthfully, I have no idea what it is yet. However I do know that the Earl had people to help him in his search for this thing called the heart. These people were called Noah, descendants of Noah that was the oldest apostle in history. Sounded like he was Noah of Noah's ark to me. I couldn't be sure though. They had inherited his genes which made them each superhuman. I know I sound pretty crazy and I'm having trouble with it myself, but dads journal swears to the truth. My father has never lied to us in his life about something important and this sounds pretty big.
I turned the corner of the dark road, shifting my back pack into a better position on my shoulder. I coughed which caused my already sensitive throat. from the cold weather, to ache. I had this cold for about as long as I had my dads book. Because of the coldness outside it wasn't going away very quickly.
"My cold's getting worse." I mumbled walking briskly down the sidewalk. I had had this cold for almost two weeks now. My friends had told me to stay home but I needed to finish finals. Since this was my junior year it was the most important year of my high school life. I didn't need to mess things up because I miss finals. I wasn't getting perfect grades for nothing. Medical school was hard as hell to get into.
I walked past a bakery one of my other friends owned and inhaled. All that came from my nose was a sniffling sound and I inhaled some snot. Coughing some more I scrunched my face in pain and sadly I couldn't smell any of the delicious sweets. I sighed and continued down the sidewalk to my house.
I still had four blocks to go when I felt a sting in the back of my throat again; however, this one was worse than me just inhaling nasal fluid. This sparked one of my many current coughing fits. My knees buckled under me and I fell to the ground, coughs racking my body while my lungs throbbed. My coughs were so violent and hard that at one point I gagged and tried not to vomit. It began to snow around me as my fit continued to kill my lungs and throat. With my hands covering my mouth I knew I could feel something warm and sticky splatter my hand. Things around me grew blurry and I fought to calm my coughing before I took in lung fulls of air.
Someone touched my shoulder gently and I jumped, expecting to see my friend's mom from the bakery. A middle aged man about twenty seven or so looked at me with a concerned face. He looked around how old my brother would be right now...
"Excuse me kid, are you alright?" He asked. I could see why he called me kid instead of Ma'am or miss.
My hair was a deep midnight blue that looked black in the night. I had a clump of white hair hanging down next to my bangs while the rest of my mid-thigh hair was up in a high ponytail, tied up with my mothers favorite silver ribbon. My bangs hung down just past my eye brows.
I was short for my age so most people thought I was fifteen instead of eighteen. My eyes were also a deep blue color. Midnight blue was what my dad had told me when I was little.
The man in front of me looked worried. I smiled and nodded.
"I'm fine sir." My feminine voice came as I stood, my knee high boots scraping the ground. There was a clicking noise behind me and I froze, the weight of sudden terror held me in place. Slowly I forced myself to turn around, my eyes as round as dinner plates. When I could see behind me there was a giant sphere of metal hovering over the ground behind me. I was staring down the barrel of on of the akuma's multiple guns. I saw the glowing pink before I heard it.
A scream escaped me as I avoided a toxic bullet. My legs like springs sending me into the trashcans, because god knows that's better then getting hit with one of those things. I heard and felt the explosion before I looked up. A crater the size of two grown men indented the ground where I had stood moments before. My coughing fit came again and I was stunned with the sudden fire in my throat and the blood that flew from my mouth.
The silver clump of hair dangling to the ground as I kneel on my hands and knees, the ends of it covered in blood. I could sense the akuma coming closer but my body was still stunned with the coughs and hacks my lungs forced out. I knew I was going to die, there's no way to cheat death in this world. My mother knew that and now she was gone.
I couldn't leave my dad though. I would never be able to see him smile as I brought out breakfast for him, see him cheering over a soccer game when his favorite player made a goal, or see him cry like a child when he was watching one of his favorite dramas on TV.
"Yue," I could faintly hear my father's voice in my own head as I kept coughing. I didn't want this, not yet.
My coughing stopped and I rolled to the side, just missing another bullet. Slowly I got to my feet. My lungs were burning from my fit but I got to my feet and took off at a out flat sprint. The akuma continued to fire. Dozens of bullets shot past me as I tried to high tail it out of there. One of the bullets landed right behind me, causing debris to fly up under my feet. I tumble to the ground more bullets landed around me until it finally stopped.
I looked up as the smoke cleared so I could face my death. In the back of my mind the stupider part of me was processing the fact that the Akuma had the roman numeral one, on the side of the akuma's face. I felt like I was hyperventilating as it closed in on me, it's sadistic smile was sickening all in itself.
'I don't want to die...' I thought as it's shadow covered my form and it aimed directly at my face. "I don't want to die!" I screamed and a piercing green light blinded the akuma and I. A warmth wrapped itself around me, my being and held me. I closed my eyes as I welcomed it, the green light hazing out to gold. 'I remember this light, Dad's journal told me about it. This is-'
The warmth stayed with me as the cold snowy street came back into focus. The akuma along with it. I arm felt tingly, like I was on the verge of getting pins and needles. I looked down at it and my face paled.
"Eh~!" I screamed in a hoarse voice as I flailed my newly obtained anti-akuma weapon in the air. Many profanities spewed from my mouth at that moment as I looked at the black and green glowing thing on my forearm.
It had blood red ribbon like tendrils quivering, like it was alive somehow. The edge of it was outlined in a bright gold edge which changed to green, which held some kind of ammunition. I stopped flailing it to examine it more clearly.
"How- how do I use this thing?" I complained. The golden edge flipped up and I finally realizes what it really was. The graceful arch of my anti-akuma weapon held a crimson string. 'A bow.' I thought. "But what about arrows?" I complained looking frantically around my body, mainly on my back. I knew I had to have them somewhere.
The akuma who was now focused on me again, shot another blood bullet at me. The bullet grazed my cheek and I cried out. I could feel the poison sear through my cheek as I tumbled back onto the ground. I skid into another set of trash cans and cursed the trash people for making Thursday a trash day. I could feel something stab my side cutting past my school uniform, the blood seeped from the new wounds. I didn't want it to end, not like this.
Getting to my feet I pointed my bow at the demon and concentrated. An arrow floated lightly in places in front of my hand as I grabbed a hold of it tightly, pulled back, and sent it flying. The arrow multiplied, turning to three and hit the akuma straight in it upside down pentacle.
A moment passed before it exploded, I was sent back at a slight angle into one of the convenience store's brick walls and cracked my skull against it. White hot pain flashed through me, stunning me from making a noise as I fell into a file of trash someone had left for the trash men. No trash cans? I was thankful, at least for something soft. Even if it was most likely old food and dirty diapers.
I looked to the sky with half lidded eyes, if they were even open anymore. The gray clouds were slowly turning black along with everything else. I coughed once more, blood shot from my mouth.
'No, these are the black spots everyone sees before they black out.' I thought as my arm changed back. I could faintly hear voices over the silence raining in my ears.
"Are you sure it went this way Moyashi-chan?" A chipper male voice said.
"It's Allen damn it, and yes, I followed it all the way here." I could barely make out a sigh. "But it disappeared all of a sudden." I had the urge to laugh but the ever growing numbness bit over my tongue.
'I'm sorry, I got rid of it.' The numbness was growing up now. I knew I didn't have very much longer.
"Hey, look Allen!" I heard the first one yell but it sounded miles away now. "It's Yuu!"
'Yuu?' I thought, my brain was fogging up now. 'My name is Yue.' Someone's face came into my view, red hair and one emerald eye were all I could make out before I passed out.
A/N: Alright so here's the edited chapter. I changed a lot in the first part of the chapter that I think makes the story blend together a lot better than before. This story will be a lot more clear and better constructed from now on. Please forgive my younger self for not knowing how to write an intro to a story. Anyway please drop a review below. It fills me with the motivation to write more.
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Quote of the chapter: "Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending."
― Carl Bard