The Eternal Maiden
A quick note to you, the person reading this. I posted this on fanfiction only because no site would accept it as the truth. They are all wrong. So wrong… It's funny how people only accept what they know. I think that people need to learn the truth. They need to realize there is more, more to life, and more to death, than they could even begin to imagine. Above all, remember, this is only the truth, only ever the truth, for I am, The Eternal Maiden.
-Gray
AN: I suppose I have to say it. I don't own DN Angel. Or Orianthi, for that matter. But I do happen to own Gray, Jean, and Gray's parents. So there.
The clock chimed midnight, and I made a wish, just before giving into sleep. I was now officially fifteen, and would be going to my first Drivers Ed class tomorrow. Or so I thought.
"Gray? Gray, it's mom." A gentle shaking woke me.
"Wha time izit?" I looked over at my alarm clock. It was barely six in the morning! "Mom!"
"I know sweetie-"
"Don't call me that…"
"Sorry, but your father and I are going away for a business trip."
"How long?" I was awake now. When my parents left, I had full control of the house. Not that I did much anyway, but it was still nice to have sometime by yourself.
"About a month swe- Gray." My mom sounded sad. "You know the rules."
"I know, I know."
My mom went over them anyways. "No boys over, no parties, no prank calls to foreign countries-"
"I only did that once!"
"And no wasting your time on YouTube watching DN Angel!" Mom continued ad if she hadn't heard me.
I'd never understood why she didn't approve of that show, but that was the only rule I planned to break. I was only a few episodes away from the end. I had completely forgotten my wish, but it was already coming true.
"Oh! One more thing." Mom could be so absent-minded. "Happy birthday Gray." She gave me an envelope and a small package, and then walked out of the room.
"Thanks mom!" I yelled after her "Tell dad I'll miss him!"
"I will! Bye Gray!"
I was about to open the envelope when I saw writing on the back. Open the package first. My dad's scribbly handwriting was unmistakable. I slowly opened it, to reveal a box, wooden, with a copper clasp and hinges, both of which were green with age. The clasp opened with a satisfying "Click." The inside was lined in beautiful gray velvet, and there was another note. The outside read: Read me. Don't look any further in the box. That was my mom for you. Very elegant handwriting, very specific. I looked at my ceiling, took the note, and closed the box before looking back down. I had always been a superstitious person. I opened the note. This is what it said:
Happy birthday Gray! Your father and I have decided to relent, and enclosed in the envelope is a check. Your hair is your hair after all. Read the card carefully.
Love you
Mom and Dad
P.S. Look at the foot of your bed.
I decided I would do that later, and gave myself a moment to celebrate my victory over my parents. I had wanted to try a different hairstyle for months, but my parents had been reluctant, mainly because it involved me getting highlights. They always think my hair looks better natural. I finally opened the envelope. I pulled out the card, and saw that my dad, the artist that he was, had hand drawn it. The front depicted me as a gray winged angel. My recurring dream! I wondered briefly how dad had known, then opened the card. A check slipped out, but I ignored it for the time being.
Gray. We love you, and hope that this isn't too shocking. It is your fifteenth birthday, and I do know that you have watched that anime, even though I have forbidden it. You are like me in that sense. A rebel. The characters in DN Angel are real. Don't laugh.
I wondered through a fit of giggles how she had known I would burst out laughing, but then continued reading.
Since you know about the show, I suppose that I can use it to explain what I'm talking about. Krad and Dark begin to appear after their tamers reach age 14. You are a bit different. For starters, this isn't always in this family. On your fifteenth birthday, you will become the Eternal Maiden. She is a bit like a mixture of Dark and Krad, like a female kokuyoku. You are not an angels tamer, you are an angel. I'm getting sidetracked though. This is what you must do. Take the second hand off of your alarm clock.
"The Second Hand of Time." I muttered, smiling. I sat up and took my alarm clock off of my bedside table. It didn't have a cover, and the second hand, abnormally thick, came off easily. Attached to the back was a small feather, hewn from what I guessed was hematite.
This is a hematite feather that Dark's last tamer gave him as a protection against… against me. Ask Dark to tell you about me, he'll know what you're talking about. Open the box, and then keep reading.
I did as the letter instructed, and inside the box, resting on a pillow of gray velvet, was a beautiful silver necklace. Fastened to individual links were four feathers.
These four feathers represent four angels, I'm sure you know who I am talking about. Place your feather between darkness and light, for you are the one who can tame Krad, you are the one who can calm Dark, if you want to do either. Your destiny awaits. Happy birthday Gray.
Mom and Dad
I snorted. If mom thought I would believe this, she was crazy. Of course, dad signed it too, but she might not have shown him what she had written. I looked closer at the feathers. From what I knew of stones, the one that represented Dark's was obsidian, so black it had hints of blue and purple, Krad's was a pure snowy marble, Daisuke's was an insanely thin cut ruby and Satoshi's was blue topaz. I slowly and reverently placed my hematite feather between the marble and obsidian, at the point of the necklace. There was a bright flash of light, like a flashbulb, and the feather was connected to the necklace. I wondered briefly how that had happened, then thought sarcastically, 'Since there are angels, it was probably magic.' Then I grabbed one of fifteen identical outfits from my walk-in closet, a black tank top and black cargo pants. I clasped the necklace around my neck, and then went to get dressed, tripping on something at the foot of my bed as I did so. Swearing under my breath, I looked over my shoulder at whatever was now resting at my feet. "Whoa! Cool!" My parents had bought me two new pairs of black leather, silver buckled combat boots.
13 minutes later, I sat at the kitchen table, where my parents and I ate when there were no guests. Sitting in front of me were two pieces of toast, and my cell phone. I had just finished talking to the barbershop a few blocks away, and would be biking over for a 10:00 appointment. It was around 9:30 when I finished breakfast, so I brushed my teeth quickly and set off, planning to cruise a little. When I finally arrived, the receptionist, whose name was Jean, and who had been a friend of my parents, and therefore a friend of mine, since I could remember, greeted me.
"Hello Gray! How've you been?" she asked me
"Good, and you?" I replied
"Well enough, what with college. Now let's go get your hair fixed up." "You're doing my hair?"
"Everyone else is busy, and I've had the most experience with dyes." It was true. Jean's hair color changed every few weeks. At the moment, it was a mousy brown, with bubblegum pink highlights. "So let me get this straight. You want thick black lo-lights, gold highlights through those, and gray ends?"
"Yeah. The highlights and lo-lights are just on the first layer though."
"Alright, follow me." Jean led me to a chair toward the back of the shop, and went to go get the dyes.
An hour and a half later, I stepped back out into the sun, blinking a few times as my eyes adjusted. My bike was right where I had left it, chained to a tree a few feet away from the door. As I unlocked it, my phone started to vibrate. It was my dad. "Hey dad." I said, picking up.
"Hi Gray! How are you?"
"I'm fine. Tell mom I like the necklace."
"I will. Do the boots fit okay?"
"Yeah, I'm wearing a pair right now."
"Oh good. Well, your mom and I are just about to go through security, so I thought I'd call you quickly. Is there anything else new?"
"I just got my hair done. It looks great, thank you a million times over for the check."
"You're welcome, it was the least we could do. I've got to go now; there are only a few people in front of us. Bye!"
"Bye dad." I smiled and then hung up. As I biked back to the mansion, I decided to go and play a small rooftop concert for the teens in the neighborhood. Well, most of them. I put my bike in the smaller garage outside the house, and ran to my room. I didn't register the half-eaten food on the table, or the shoes by the door for that matter, until I was upstairs. Then I just shrugged it off. The DN Angel characters were not real, and I now had proof that my mom was slightly insane. I grabbed my silver guitar, a microphone, and an amp, and ran up to roof.
The roof was a huge, flat, open, expanse of asphalt. It wasn't exactly comfy, but good enough for a concert. I plugged my guitar and microphone into the amp, and started to play "Highly Strung" by Orianthi. I felt my fingers loosening up, and started to play faster and faster, then slowed down as I came to the end. I shrugged off my guitar, and looked at the strap, wondering if the shoulder pad had fallen off. It hadn't, and my back still hurt like mad. I suddenly had trouble breathing, and I shakily put my guitar down, so if I fell, it would remain intact. What was happening? I didn't have asthma, so it wasn't an asthma attack, but it sure felt like it. The last thing I remember saying before I passed out was, "Oww…"
AN: I'm sorry it took me so long to start posting! Please forgive me! I promise I will be working on getting a new chapter up each week. Please R&R!