Claimer: I own all OC's. Not that they're any in this story...
Disclaimer:I, unfortunately, do not own D. Gray-Man. Otherwise; this would have happened a lot earlier in the manga.
Plot: I'm participating in the "Yullen Week" that's going on here. The theme for today is "doll." Collaboration between Neko-Kyoutan and myself.
It was St. Patrick's day, and in Kanda's mind, not a holiday at all. Who celebrates the color green? That was the only thing that he could see going for the pointless holiday anyways. Well, there was always the pinching. The level of annoyance emitted from the holiday was only defeated by the green of it all. Kanda hated green. He'd take pink over green...well, over abundances anyways. At least he was used to pink. The pink of the Valentines cards, candies and balloons he hadn't gotten around to burning from February. At least he was used to that.
But apparently his fan club had decided that one holiday wasn't enough to lavish him with annoying gifts.
The one he was currently holding was a doll. A hideous one at that. And to add to the strangeness? It didn't have a pinch of green on it. Kanda sneered at the doll like it had committed the most heinous of crimes before throwing it into the pile of gifts that were going into the next bonfire. Though Kanda didn't like the color green, at all, why would you get someone a doll that didn't have a pinch of said color on it, for the very holiday that celebrated the color? Shaking his head and looking back at the doll, Kanda sneered again. The doll wasn't at all pretty, or even in his likeness (as he found that most fan girls liked to do). In fact, this doll was dirty, most of its hair missing, the little it had thinning. Its clothes were ragged and torn, patched together with random colors of fabric at random areas. The fabric that was supposed to be the dolls skin was, at one time, a peach color, but now it was smeared with dirt and turned into a dark brown that could only be accomplished through too much dirt and not enough washing.
Sighing, Kanda picked up the dirty doll, holding it by the one clean area on its arm, and placed it on the bed, near his pillow. At least it didn't have the horrendous color on it. And that's where the doll stayed; it sat upright, stuck in said position. The thing was starting to feel less and less like a gift and more and more like...garbage. But the garbage bin was in the kitchen, not someplace that Kanda was going to do at the moment. At the moment, Kanda had better things to think about, like what he was going to do with all of the crap that wouldn't fit in the garbage can.
Eventually, the thought was lost. Between homework in his advanced classes, showering and making the bed, the gifts were forgotten. All was well until the doll slipped off the bed. When Kanda went to bed that night, he failed to notice the displaced doll, or how its once lifeless eyes were sparkling with an almost human like mischievous. And, when Kanda finally fell asleep, closing his eyes to his normally blank dreams, he didn't notice the doll get up, walk towards his bed, and slip in next to him, cuddling closer to Kanda.
That night, Kanda had some pretty strange dreams. It wasn't anything that should cause worry, but it was something that made Kanda promise never to eat before bed again. They went a little something like this:
He was in a building, and a tall one at that. Looking up, the ceiling didn't seem to have an ending. The floor was continually going up, almost like a constant cylindrical staircase. It would have been terrifying if Kanda Yuu was afraid of heights...which he definitely wasn't. Taking a step forward, someone seemed to appear beside him. This someone had white hair and gray eyes and the creepiest looking tattoo that Kanda had ever seen...still, he looked intelligent enough to tell him where the heck he was.
"Where the hell am I?" The boy only giggled...maybe they weren't as smart as they looked. Kanda frowned and continued stepping forward, ready to get off of this ever moving platform. It's not like he was scared of heights (Kanda wasn't scared of anything), but this continual movement up was making him sick, and this idiot next to him was just staring and giggling. And Kanda swore that he read somewhere that idiocy was contagious...
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." The boy next to him giggled in a singing voice. At least, Kanda was half sure it was a boy. Kanda looked at him and sneered.
"Che, and why not?" He asked, still stepping forward. The boy just shook his head and continued smiling, repeating his warning of not stepping off the ledge. Kanda just sneered and stepped forward anyway. Another giggle was all he got in reply. Kanda frowned, swearing that he would bust a blood vessel in dealing with all this idiocy that seemed to spread like a disease. With a few mutterings of words that no normal human being would know, Kanda rolled his eyes and left the 'boy' behind.
Well, he was going to, before the scenery around him all but melted. Kanda found himself falling downward, and the only thing he could do was cover his head so it wouldn't break when he landed. Though it didn't look like ground was coming anytime soon. Opening his eyes, it was pitch black, and the air around him simply stopped.
"Wish you listened now, don't you?" The boy's voice called.
Kanda couldn't see anything besides the white haired male that seemed to materialize out of thin air. He uncovered his head slowly, as if by doing so would kick start time again. Once he realized it wouldn't he glared viciously at the boy and opened his mouth to demand what was going on. He was beaten to the punch when the boy giggled and tipped his head to the side, white hair flowing.
"Now, now Mr. Yuu." The boy said, giggling. "If you want to get off of this ride, you're going to have to say something very special." The boy giggled again and Kanda's scowl reached an all new level of darkness. Damn giggling.
"You have to say 'how now brown cow'. Come on now, say it!" The boy flipped upside down and winked at Kanda before disappearing again.
"You can do it!" His sing song voice floated back to him. The boy reappeared, doing a couple of flips before beaming at Kanda.
"How now b- wait, what? Why the hell are you having me say something so nonsensical?" Kanda glared at the boy that seemed to float through the air that was sucking him down beforehand. What kind of alternate reality was this? This little crack-ville that his mind delivered him to...maybe Lavi laced his food with something poisonous. "I want an explanation first idiot." He glowered. "And stop flipping around like some sort of monkey."
"Hm..." The boy seemed to think about it for a moment before shaking his head and disappearing again, only for his head to reappear on Kanda's shoulder.
"You know, it's not very nice to call people names." The head said, frowning in its displeasure. "But if you must know, it's my very unhappy non-birthday, so I get to do what I want!" The head smiled before forming into a full person, sitting on Kanda's shoulder. Then he flipped off and floated upside down, still smiling.
"Well in that case, I can do what I want to. I want out of this world you have stuck me in, out." Kanda's cobalt eyes flashed dangerously. He didn't care if this was just his imagination, there was no way he was staying here any longer; in this world with little boys with old man hair.
Behind him, the scenery began to change from its dark, unrelenting background to a meadow of sorts, where everything was gigantic. Heck, even the little sapling the boy was sitting on was as big as an eighty year old oak! Kanda scowled. He wasn't staying here any longer.
"Mr. Yuu, I'm going to be late. It's better if you just say it." The boy said, nodding sagely.
"I don't care what you'll be late for, and I'm absolutely not saying something as ridiculous as how now brown cow."
The boy laughed out right then, hanging upside down on the sapling. "You said it! You said it!"
The scene changed again to Kanda's bedroom, the little boy sitting next to Kanda on the bed. He was playing with the doll and looking around at the same time. He made a little thoughtful noise in the back of his throat before falling on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
"Mr. Yuu?"
Kanda blinked, expecting to wake up or something. Looks like he had said the stupid phrase after all. It didn't occur to him that something had followed him out of his dreams until it was too late. The boy on his bed, the same one from his dream was sitting there. Playing with that doll.
This was all that stupid things fault. He ate late and slept next to a possessed children's toy. Wonderful. Was this child part of the curse? "What is it? Why are you here?"
Then it was bestowed upon him that the child had referred to him by his first name. When did he tell him his first name? Rarely do people even know his last! "Don't call me Yuu either." He muttered, wanting answers to more important questions than how the kid knew his name.
It was all about priorities.
The boy blinked. Mr. Yuu didn't want him to call him by his name? Then he shrugged and let it go. Whatever; people in this world were more than a little strange.
"I'm here because you've been here." The boy smiled. "Mr. Kanda, is this were you live?"
Kanda rolled his eyes. "No, I'm just sitting around dreaming in someone else's bedroom for fun." He sighed, what was this? What had he gotten himself into? Who was this child that was calling him Mr. Kanda? He didn't tell him his last name either! "And I've been across the country, why aren't you there?"
The boy giggled. "You're funny. Mr. Kanda, this place is closest to you, that's why I'm here. I took you to the place you would feel the specialist!" The boy rolled over to his stomach and looked Kanda in the eyes. Then he nodded. He liked this Mr. "Don't call me Yuu".
"Mr. Kanda, can I come visit you?" Kanda would have immediately told him no, but he looked so fragile lying on his bed like that. He had never had trouble before looking someone in the eye and telling them to get lost because he didn't give a damn. What made this kid at all special?
"Depends."
The boy tipped his head to the side and smiled again. It was almost time for Mr. Kanda to get up and do that thing that he did every day. Distantly, the boy wondered what that was, but he had more important things to worry about.
"Really? Depends on what?" His eyes grew wide, and his smile wider. Oh, he hoped he could visit Mr. Kanda!
Kanda was stuck there. What did it depend on? If he was feeling less pissed that day? That was highly unlikely, between the people that followed him around and his fan base, Kanda didn't have a moment to himself. Besides, how was this child from his dream world going to visit him in the first place? He wasn't going to tell the demon in the possessed doll that he could come and visit whenever he good and well pleased.
"...how would you visit anyways?" He would answer the question after he had some sort of legible answer to at least this.
"Where did you come from?"
The boy blinked. Then he blinked again. How would he visit? He would do just like he did just now...only...solidify. Didn't Mr. Kanda understand? Oh! He'd just show him! Yes, then he could visit whenever he wanted and Mr. Kanda could come and visit him whenever he wanted because all he had to do was hold the transporter and then he would be there and isn't that fantastic?! Taking a deep breath, the boy smiled. Then disappeared. He'd show him.
"Night Mr. Kanda. I'll see you in the morning!"
"Wait, what?" Kanda called out to the...boy? He knew the kid's gender by now, obviously. But he wasn't human. No human disappeared and let their echoing voice be the only thing that was left of their very presence.
"Um... goodnight?" He was confused, for once in his life he was just honest to God "I don't know what the heck just happened" kind of stumped. Whatever, it wouldn't happen again. No food after 8 o clock for him ever again. And that doll would be the first thing to go.
Oh most definitely.
But...where was it?
The boy giggled and shook the doll in his hands. Yay, now he had the transporter back! He could get to Mr. Kanda whenever he wanted to! But first, he had to wait for him to wake up. The boy sat on his hands patiently and waited, counting the seconds until Mr. Kanda woke up. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
"Hurry and wake up Mr. Kanda!"
Kanda was asleep. Like, for real this time. It was black, like his usual dreamless dreams. Nothing was there; well, save for the stupid flower, but it didn't count anymore. Though this time there was something different about even it. As the lotus petals floated in the timer, one broke off and it seemed to slow, drifting to the bottom at a pace that would take it years to get even halfway to the bottom. Kanda turned away, never liking the way he felt in the morning when one of the stupid petals fell. But...looking back over, the entire capsule was gone, only that worn down, ugly doll in its place.
Wake up Mr. Kanda!
The teenager jumped up, eyes wide and frantic. For a moment he went through that strange reaction of 'where the hell am I' that some got after having a nightmare... maybe the doll was telling him something.
Maybe he wouldn't get rid of the thing after all.
Well, here it is...finally. It's still in progress, and right now is about a total of 17 pages. Kitty and I are still working on it. Sorry it took so long to get up, but...well, let's just say that Kitty is really forgetful. And if she posts it today or tomorrow, this one will be coming down. If not...well, I guess this will be staying up. Well, I hope you like it, and you know what to do. Rate and Review.
Kiyoko-kun.
Update. 8/12/12