Hey readers! I mainly did this OC thing for fun because 1)I needed something to write about, 2)I had a pretty good idea, and 3)I really love D Gray-man!
Thanks for visiting my story and I hope you like it! I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, if so, please let me know! It's obviously an OC story and this is way before Allen joins the Order. In fact, he's still with Mana at this point. I know, it's kind of far back but don't worry it will progress quickly.
Anyway I better do that disclaimer thing right? Ahem, I do not own D Gray-man. Wow, didn't that sound professional? –giggles—
And here we go! The Raven's Wings!
Chapter One: The Start of Every Bad Adventure Tale
In a small town in southern France, there sat a small girl at her dinner table, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her mother. She eagerly tapped her fingers against the cheap wood table, trying to find something to occupy her thoughts. She drifted her eyes across her house like a wave to an ocean, just observing the house she knew all too well. From the cracked cement walls, to the wooden floors, to the mixed match furniture, this is the place she has lived in her entire life.
To be honest, she craved to live in nice castles and palaces like a princess (as any other 10 year old girl would), not a three room apartment that they could barely afford in the slums of this dusty town. Fine cuisine was something she also dreamt about when her imagination called to her during the long hours of chores. Not some stale bread and stew that currently rested on the table with a side of cheap wine for her mother and a glass of water for herself.
Regardless of the life she has and the life she wants, this small girl was happy. From a young age she discovered that you can find happiness in the things around you, not the things you have. And the thing that made her happy was her mother. She took great pride in making her mother happy and seeing her smile. Although… She thought. I think that mother doesn't think the same way…
You see, this small girl is the product of a one night stand. Her mother was working at a tavern one night and got drunk with a certain German businessman. And well… let's just say that he wasn't there when her mother had awoken. So as you can imagine, her mother never really treated her like a daughter, but more of an annoying roommate, so to speak.
However, this child still loved the woman that brought her into this world. She was so grateful to her and worked very hard to earn her mother's love. Of course, she never really understood how horribly shameful her mother felt towards the subject, but she respected her wishes (more like demands) on never speaking about it. All this child knew about her father was that he was a German businessman named Dedrich Goldstein.
The girl sat, becoming lost within her imagination once again, only to be broken through by the sound of the front door opening.
"Ah! Mother! Welcome Home!" she beamed. Her mother walked into the house covered in ash and soot, due to her recent job of sweeping chimneys. Her eyes hung low and appeared groggy. She shuffled across the room, ignoring the small girl's greeting.
"I made dinner, and I bought some wine for you to drink. Well I didn't buy it exactly…" she trailed off. "I mean the old man had enough to drink… and it was just sitting there… He was wearing fancy clothes mother, I'm sure he could've afforded more if he wanted to…" she exclaimed, a little ashamed at her actions.
"So you stole it?" she replied walking into the bedroom. "Hmph some child I raised."
She walked into the bedroom with her mother and sat on the bed. "I'm really sorry, but at least you get to drink wine tonight right?" she added hopefully as her mother started rummaging through her armoire.
Her mother turned to her and glared. "Yes I will indeed be drinking wine tonight, but not with you. I've have been invited to a party by a rather handsome fellow." Her mother sighed happily, "Just like the old days, before you." She pulled a beautiful evening dress from the armoire and set it on the bed, smiling proudly. "Go get the special flowers I have stored, girl."
She ran rapidly out of the room and retrieved a basket of blue petals. "Here, mother. I know you'll be the prettiest woman there!" she said handing it to her mother.
"For once, you're right." She replied smirking. Her mother took a handful of petals from the basket and sprinkled it amongst her dress. The scent of the petals were simply intoxicating and smelled like a fresh spring breeze. Her mother inhaled the scent and smiled at the girl, who happily smiled back. Mother looks so happy…I hope she has a good time.
"Now then, we'll just let that set, and I will take a bath." She stated walking towards the small bathroom.
"Have a good bath Mother!" she called after her. She shut the bathroom door, ignoring the girl's kind statement.
"Don't burn the house down, while I'm gone girl." Her mother stated walking towards the door.
"O-of course mother." She replied softly. The small girl was in awe of how beautiful her mother looked. Like a princess… She thought. "Have a good time! I'll wait for you until you get back."
"Don't bother, I might not be coming home and besides it's not like I come home for you." She replied coldly as she shut the door behind her.
She just stood there in the middle of the room, sadden by her mother words. It felt like she was dripping poison into my heart… She shook her head abruptly. No, she's just excited that's all. I mean, she hasn't been to a party in a while… it's just that… she excited, that's all… She thought trying to comfort herself.
No. She thought, her eyes changing to a darker shade of sea glass green.
She doesn't love me. She never has.
I hate her….
I hope she never comes back.
That lazy wench… I'm the one stuck at home all day doing woman's work when I'm only 10. Why doesn't one of those 'fancy' men take her away from me already? I hate her. She doesn't deserve the love I put into everything for her… she doesn't deserve my kindness… The girl thought, anger rises at every phrase that passed through her mind. In absolute hate and anger towards her mother, she grabbed the wooden chair she had previously sat in earlier that day and threw it against the wall. The chair shattered in many pieces and she stood there gasping.
Oh no… she thought terrified. I let 'that', out of me again. Please God, help me find the strength to control myself. She thought as she sat on her knees praying to the lord over and over again.
What's wrong with me…? She thought, clutching her shoulders in attempt to comfort herself. She started sobbing as she made her way towards the broken chair, gently rubbing the wood as if she were trying to apologize.
I will fix you chair, she smiled. And I'll sit in you every day. Even if I can't put you back together properly, I'll still sit with you.
A loud knock emitting from the front door, awakened the girl. She leapt off the ugly floral printed couch (her usual resting place), and sprinted towards the door, ready to welcome mother home. She opened the door and greeted, 'Welcome back Mother,' before she saw who stood in the doorway. She adjusted her eyes and saw that it was a police officer. He and another stepped into the house and closed the door behind them.
"Uhhh…" she stuttered, not knowing what to say or do about his sudden intrusion.
"Excuse me little girl, is your father home?" he asked firmly, walking around the small apartment.
"Um, my father doesn't live here sir." She replied innocently.
"Where is he now sweetie?" replied a gentle other, crouching in front of her.
"He lives in Germany sir." She stated to the other police officer.
"I see. Then you and your mother just live here?" He asked patting her head.
"Yes. How do you know my mother officers?" The girl asked, worry building inside of her.
"Well, you see…sweetie…" The man stuttered, his patting ceased.
"She died, tonight." The wandering one replied.
The small girl's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, and then lowered into utter sadness and despair. She cried for her mother, and the life she gave to her. I made her life so miserable that she…killed herself…?
The officer pulled her into his arms and cradled the small child. The other turned away his head away in pity. 'Did you have to be so blunt? ' He mouthed to his partner.
The other officer sighed sadly and said, "She died of alcohol poisoning and she left her child behind to suffer. I'm sorry Tom; it's just that she seems like a horrible mother, I want this girl to know that it's not her fault and she should accept it."
"She's just a child, Charles! She doesn't need to be exposed to this situation and-" Tom was cut off by a faint noise. The girl's crying ceased, for she heard it too. They all were still, waiting for the noise to repeat itself.
*Squeak*
There it was again. "Rats?" Charles questioned.
"There! There's one right there officers!" she squealed pointing at a disgusting black rat running across the kitchen floor.
"Get it, Get it Tom!" Charles screamed.
"Don't just stand there, help me with them Charles!" Tom screamed back.
Together the chased it around the apartment until they finally killed it. Although, once it was dead, another appeared.
"Ah! Officers! They're everywhere!" She yelled alerting them. This was not an exaggeration. Rats came pouring in from the windows and the front door, all after one thing; the food left on the kitchen table.
Eventually the officers had exterminated all of the rodents and stood there panting. They looked up at the small girl who was apparently giggling at them. It's nice to at least see her smile, thought Tom.
"Let's get out of here." Charles stated heading towards the front door.
"Come, honey. We have to take you to the police station, ok?" Tom smiled. Her face lit up with fear. He noticed and took her hand. "Don't worry you're not in trouble, miss…?"
"Madeline sir, my name is Madeline." She replied sweetly.
"Miss Madeline, don't worry we are going to help you." He said, walking with her to the front door.
"But you know Madeline…" Tom said as she looked up at him.
"Those rats kind of remind me of stories my grandfather used to tell, at the start of every bad adventure tale." He continued, smiling at her. "But I'm sure your tale will have a happy ending."
"Like a princess!" she beamed.
He smiled gently at her, holding her hand tightly as they walked towards the horses.
"Like a princess" he reassured.
Well…. What did you think? Haha sorry about the corny ending, but she's only ten you know?
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and will continue to read future chapters. Reviews are loved for all eternity, even flames are allowed! (As long as you have the reason to back it up) and hard critiques make the world go round you know? Thanks for reading!