Disclaimer: This applies to the whole story: D . Gray – Man is rightfully not mine and the amazing piece of masterwork belongs to the amazing creator, Hoshino-sensei. I do not gain any profit from doing this.
Warnings: This story as a whole will be having mild violence. Not now, but later it will surface. Some mild language; expect it when Kanda comes into the scene.
Full summary: The Mafia World is at the edge when a shocking phenomenon rises. Each Mafia organization, also known as Mafia Families are trying their best to overcome this problem. The head and members of each family need to strengthen their bonds and get their hands ever dirtier when their families' survivals are threatened. Though, what lies behind this flabbergasting phenomenon might shock these families when they find out the source. A Mafia version of DGM with lots of bloodshed (it's Mafia related what do you expect), extreme tortures and the likes.
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I can't say. I can't know for sure. When did it all start?
//-Red Stained White bird-\\
Chapter 1: When He Dropped Into My Life
--------------------------In A Not So Distant Future-------------------------
The gravity took hold of me and I felt the wind against my back. Locks of my hair were brushing against my face as I stared at the dark sky hovering above me. I was not screaming. I was too stunned I guess. . . During the last moments of my life, instead of having flashbacks of my short life like most people would, I was thinking of an irrelevant and useless thing.
'How the heck had people who fell, like I had now, have time to scream?' I contemplate on that sentence for a while. 'Then again . . . how am I even having time to have thoughts like these?' It was odd. Shouldn't I have crashed onto the ground below or plunged into the deep water that might be awaiting me by now?
I mentally sighed. Then I noticed it. The glowing light it's dim, but present nonetheless, in the night sky above me. The full moon revealed itself as clouds uncovered it. A flicker of a nostalgic smile spread onto my features. I ended up at the same scene when I first met him. . . I closed my eyes now. Absence, my mind emptied itself just as the impact came.
It was worth it. My fall is worth it. After all, I had protected my family and now my duties are complete.
Or so I thought.
------------------------------The Present----------------------------
Sighing, the redhead stared ahead as a dock came into view. The boat they were in rocked unsteadily for a moment when it was halted in front of the small landing. His Gramps was the first one to step out and he followed suit. He was a bit surprised to see a young lady, no more than eighteen years old, was the one who would greet them.
She gave them a heart-warming smile that Lavi simply couldn't resist, and before he could utter a 'strike' sound or movement, the Old Panda gave him a kick right on the shin, sending him off balance and backwards into the river.
"What the heck? Gramps!!" the teen choked out as soon as his lungs finished replenishing the sudden shortage of air supply after climbing himself out and back on top of the place.
His flaming red hair was now dripping wet, not to mention the already tight clothes he was wearing were now sticking onto his body like a second skin.
"Stop flirting with every girl you see," the old man with heavy black make up around his eyes muttered towards his grandson as he threw a dry robe towards him to hide his wet clothes. "Remember to watch your manners. This is an important meeting."
The dark haired girl from earlier stifled a giggle at the two at first but when the Forty-Eighth Head of the Bookman Family mentioned the meeting, her face turned deadly serious.
"Let me show you to the gathering hall," was all she said as she led the duo up the stairs as Lavi put on the cloak given.
Lavi knew it was serious business. It had been centuries since a problem as big as this had occurred in the mafia world. Now all the allied families groups were called when the situation at hand reached its peak. As the soon-to-be Forty-Ninth Head of the Bookman Family, it was essential for him to attend.
The Chinese girl led them to a huge door heavily guarded by professional hitmen.
"Identity verification," the bulky one grumbled out behind the armor covering his head. Lavi thought the man was referring to them since the girl only acted as their escort to this place.
"Lenalee Lee of the Black Order Family," the female immediately answered, surprising the red head, followed by her verification code number. She then showed them the Black Order's symbol engraved on the ring she was wearing on her hand.
The introduction of the pig-tailed girl made the two Bookmen raised their eyebrows in sudden realization. They thought this girl was simply an underling of the Black Order Family but it turned out that the one that greeted them was the seventeenth Heiress of the Black Order Family. A high ranking lady and the ring she held also proved the fact.
The doors opened, and without a moment to waste she waltzed in giving the two a considerate smile before the doors were closed again.
"Identity verification," the guard repeated.
Gramps merely showed him the family heirloom. Instead of a ring, it was a pendent, which he always hung on his hair tie. "Bookman the Forty-Eighth." Then the old man was allowed entry.
However, the Forty-Ninth Bookman's luck was not bright that day. He mentally cursed when he found out that his pendent that he made as an earring for his right ear was missing the moment he tried to show the guard the said item.
It must have dropped when the Old Panda had kicked him into the river. This wasn't the first time his antics got him into trouble. Retracing back his path easily and quickly with the Bookman ability that ran through his blood, he found the starting place.
Looking into the river that was flowing to the direction outside of the tunnel, Lavi cursed yet again. The Old Panda must have noticed his missing pendent immediately, but he decided to stay quiet about it, as expected from his Gramps. The old man was testing him again!!! And on top of that, he was testing him during an important gathering, which was about to start in no time.
Oh, how that old guy liked to torture his heir. Lavi quickly dismissed those thoughts, saving them for later since he had a more important business to attend to. Find the damn pendent. The item was light, so it would float, but considering the tide flowing out of the tunnel, the pendent could easily be brought by with the flowing waters.
"I hate that old panda," the red head mumbled grudgingly as he stepped into the boat and starting rowing to find the pendent.
He was already at the entrance of the tunnel and his pendent had not yet been found. He had lost too much time already!! Lavi hoped in his heart that the pendent was still recoverable. It was a priceless heirloom and for it to be lost in the wide open sea that he was now at, his mind hurts to even think what the punishment might be.
Momentarily resting while still keeping an eye out for any shiny object floating at the open water, Lavi finally caught sight of a movement and sound of splashing water a short distance away. Turning his attention to the sound, his dismay was written all over his face when he found that it was not his pendent.
That dismay suddenly turned into surprise and alertness when he realized that even though it wasn't the pendent he was looking for, it was a huge chunk of rock that was quickly sinking.
"What the heck?" he muttered as he looked up, assuming that the rock was a piece of the cliff that held the mansion-like castle of the Black Order Family, where the gathering was located.
And . . . Just in time to see a figure plunging down towards him. With a surprise yelp from Lavi, the figure crashed head first into his boat, crashing onto the wooden piece of boat for an excuse, making a hole at the center.
Immediately accessing the situation, the Forty-Ninth Bookman rowed faster than you could say "The Forty-Ninth Bookman" (and that is bloody fast I tell you).
At the dock, the redhead sighed when he saw that he did not get noticeably wet. After checking his own well being, he turned towards the figure that just unceremoniously dropped into his life.
He was merely a teen by the looks of it. Lavi would have assumed that he was just a servant of some Mafia family attending the meeting, but the clothes this kid was wearing was too incredulous for him to be just an underling.
I mean, who would wear a white furry cape and a silver mask?
New to the Mafia World, of course the redhead didn't know that the certain whitehead was an important person. After all, the only real experience he had of the Mafia World was only with the Mafia Yakuza during his long stay in Japan. So he didn't get a special introduction to all the important heads of the family members.
Sure, as the Bookman Heir, he knew everything, but that didn't mean he could recognize what he read with what he saw in real life, and that lack of ability might just cost him his life and status when the silver-haired boy moaned softly as he rubbed his head.
Taking notice of the red head standing there, he stood up slowly without any care whatsoever.
"What the hell were you doing dropping like that?!" Lavi yelled when the boy did not seem to regret his early actions.
The boy merely looked at him with an empty expression before his mouth formed an 'O' shaped in realization. Lavi couldn't see what the other was thinking or the proper emotion he showed since his eyes were hidden behind the mask he was wearing.
". . . So I did fly?" The question sounded rhetorical, but Lavi couldn't help but to widen his eyes at the boy's question.
Either he was dealing with a newborn angel trying his first flight here, or a mental psycho.
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----Edited by Beta Reader Mai Nayme----