A.N. Thank you all for your patience, I had officially returned to this story, and I already got ahead with a couple of chapters, so I will update in a few more weeks. (So I can update more or less regularly and not leave you guys hanging again) I want to apologize once again for taking so long, but I am finally getting on with this story. I had things planned out and I think it will turn alright at the end.
This is the first chapter, and I want to ask you guys to tell me how you like it so far or if there are any grammar mistakes. English is not my first language, and I also have the tendency of not putting some words, because I think I already did. So I apologize in advance.
Also this story is based on the song Dark Wood Circus by Vocaloid, but I made some changes which I will explain at the end. Also the plot was inspired by the album of The disappearance of the girl by Phildel. I hope you guys enjoy this story and I can reach your expectations as well.
Enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man or Vocaloid.
Circus
Chapter One. Drop by and see it.
It was cold and it was dark. Just as it have been yesterday, and the day before that, and the one before that. She had no doubt it would be the same tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and so on.
How long has it been?, sometimes she wondered.
One? Two? Maybe three?
But three what? Hours? Days? Months?
They didn't dare to think about the time that has passed, wouldn't be healthy for their poor unstable minds. But time doesn't matter anymore; it hasn't mattered in a very long time. They had been trapped in there for so long, hadn't been free to wander around without any chains holding them back. They knew there was no hope for someone to come and save them.
Nobody cared for them.
Nobody wanted them.
Nobody knew they existed anyway, what would be the point of bothering with such issues, when there were more pressing matters to attend to?
Tonight is show night, and they are the main stars.
She could hear them, the people. Shuffling their way into their seats, carrying food and drinks to enjoy the night. Waves of anticipation and amusement traveling through the air, all the way to the mysterious performers behind the curtains.
"Big Sis, are you alright?" whispered a tiny voice.
"Yes. Everything is alright."she answered stroking a blonde head.
"There are more people than usual." whispered another, fear and uneasiness.
"Do not fret about anything, just focus on the show. We have to make Master proud of us."
She would have liked to give her fellow performers more encouraging words, but as footsteps approached them, she dared not to. She didn't want to bring their wrath upon them.
"It's everything ready, Diva?" A cold, yet melodic voice spoke from behind them.
"Yes, Master."She answered looking back as the figure made its way to them.
Dressed in black, from head to toe, was their precious Master, observing in pleasure as the younger performers shied away from the cold black eyes staring down at them.
"Very well. I expect nothing, but good results. We don't' want to repeat the same… incident from Marseille, am I right?"The Master gave them a cruel smile, cold fingers caressing the Diva's cheeks.
"No, Master." Responded several voices.
"Parfait. Let the Despair guide us tonight, my lovely children."
Light touched the performer's faces as the Master opened the curtains; the Diva heard the excited murmurs of the audience, waiting with anticipation for the show to start.
Ladies and gentlemen… be welcomed! Tonight we'll be showing you the sad fate that some of this world carry.
There was a pause, they heard the sad melody at the background, shushing everyone into silence, getting louder and louder as the show began. The sounds of the staff moving around, keys dangling from their fingers, moving closer to them.
Children that God has abandoned restlessly, creeping out.
She felt cold hands as they took off the collar, feeling the light breeze of the night caressing her skin. She lifted her head to take away the turban from her head, letting her long hair flow behind her, and the majestic pair of ivory horns into view.
Children who can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with.
Sounds of chains falling to the ground, as they stood up and stretched their long limbs. Both looked at each other, as they held each other's hands, trying to keep their balance. She fixed her dress and hair, as her partner took the top hat and placed it on her silver hair.
Their shaking tongues accidentally crying out.
Sounds of a cage opening, letting him wander around for just one more night. Waiting in anticipation as a young man took off the muzzle from his mouth, but left the white jacket over his arms. A light growl erupted from his chest as the staff bounded him on chains once again, keeping him in place, like a dog on a leash.
The crowns in their heads that carry the dark clouds.
She lifts her skirt, as a young girl took off the chains from her legs, hooves-like steps echoing in the silence as she stomped her feet on the ground. She fixes her hair one more time, before putting the long black gloves over her arms and hands. Taking a deep breath, she takes a black mask from the waiting hands of the young girl, and puts them over her eyes.
They smile as they dream of their mother's embrace.
They stood nervously as a girl and a boy, not much older than them, fixes the collar from their cheerful clown-like costume, uncovering the stitches on their body. They don't dare make a single sound, as they are handed a basket filled of rose petals to throw over the floor.
And, oh the deformity!
Gasps filled the audience, with murmurs of surprise following them. They could feel the thousands of eyes setting themselves on the curtain covering them. Shining with wicked delight and curiosity.
Drop by and see it. Deep into the forest. Far, far away in the back. Were the ringmaster has big eyes and is ten meters tall.
They could see as the large shadow that was the Ringmaster being illuminated as it took its place on the center of the stage. She could imagine the public's eyes widening in shock as a pair of white eyes stared back at them.
Were all the cast is jolly and their forms are rather strange.
They walk to the red curtains, gathering in a line, ready to take their place on the much dreaded show. The younger ones on the front, prepared to open the act, with the tallest ones at each side. The girl dressed in white, standing next to her, and the growling boy right behind them.
Drop by and see it.
As the curtains unfolded themselves, the light caressed them, and illuminated their pale skins. The little ones, brother and sister, took a step directly into the stage, and the audience edged forward to get a better look.
Drop by and see the Dark Wood Circus.
"It's show time." she whispers and the show begins one more time.
A.N. Alright as you can see I added a girl with horns, which is not the Deformed Diva that appears on the song. The girl is Luka in the song of Circus Monster. You guys can check it out, and as to why I decided to include her, I will explain everything as the story goes on. I am sorry if I caused any confusion. Thank you so much for reading, see you guys next time!