Disclaimer: I do not own DGM or any of its characters. All characters and locations are owned by Hoshino Katsura. The only thing I own is this fanfiction and my OC.
And mind you the time-frame this is set in is very confusing. So I'll just say it's after Allen's innocence becomes the Crowned Clown.
Edit: This chapter has been revamped. Twice.
"Gramps and I are leaving tomorrow…"
The young brunette whipped her head around to face me. Her blue eyes were wide with shock.
"…What?" Her voice barely above a whisper. "Why?"
I didn't give her an answer. My sight was set upon the calm ocean that lay before us. "Juan… Why are you leaving?" The brunette leaned forward to look directly at me. I didn't want to see her face. A slight frown came over her as I ignored her question once more. "It's because of your 'job' isn't it?"
I turned my head to look at her – my attention grabbed by the way she spoke to me.
"You're not really supposed to know about it, Fidelia…" I murmured. She could sense my uneasiness about the subject and she proceeded to watch the ocean with me. I could only just see a smile appear on her face.
"Well if that's how it's meant to be, I'm okay with it." Her voice returning to its naturally perky tone. "But Juan." I glanced over to Fidelia. Her warm expression was hiding the true feeling inside of her, but nonetheless she proceeded to keep her grin. "Promise that you won't forget me and that you'll come back some day." She stated. The brunette awaited me response; but it never came.
Before long I rose to my feet and began a slow walk away from the seaside. Her disappointment in my unwillingness to answer was beginning to get at me.
"Juan!" She called out from her place on the sand.
I said nothing and kept walking. I shouldn't have let myself become so attached to someone who would soon be a memory. I was foolish to have even befriended her from the start. By letting my guard down I had let a simple-minded little girl walk right into my heart. The heart that shouldn't have even existed.
"Juan!" Fidelia cried out to me again, her voice becoming more and more distant. Alias 13… Juan… A name that's now seven years behind me. I soon came to realize that Fidelia's voice was no longer audible. I had walked out of earshot of her yelling.
I decided from that day forward that I would never, ever, make the same mistake Juan did. The 13th had taught me a valuable lesson in being a Bookman. But as an eleven year old child it was probably inevitable that I would make such an error.
Lavi awoke to the sound of loud knocking at his door. Rolling over onto his stomach he covered his head with a pillow to drown out the irritating noise.
"Lavi!" Called a voice from outside his room. "Lavi, are you awake?" The knocking continued and pretty soon Lavi was wide awake.
"I'm awake…" The junior Bookman groaned lifting his head out from under the pillow.
"My brother wants to see us in his office. He says it's about an invitation," The Chinese exorcist explained. Whilst pulling on some clean pants and shirt, Lavi pondered as to what they had been invited to. Wrapping his favourite orange scarf around his neck the red-haired teen made his way out into the hallway where Lenalee was waiting.
Sitting on the sofa beside Allen, Lenalee, Krory and Bookman (Kanda standing off to the side), Lavi awaited the Supervisor's explanation to the morning gathering.
Taking a seat at the front of his messy desk, Supervisor Komui pulled out a beige tinged letter. Without hesitation he began to read.
"Dear Exorcists of the Black Order,
I, Mistress of the Western Germanic Mountains, ask the Exorcists, defenders of mankind, to visit my castle and partake in my masquerade ball. This event is being hosted in expression of my deep gratitude for their services to the world. The ball takes place on the 31st of July. If transportation cannot be arranged prior to the event's conclusion a complimentary carriage will transport the Exorcists to the dock. A ferry will be waiting in advance to return them. I look forward to your arrival.
Yours Sincerely,
Mistress Kiyre"
"Che…sounds like a waste of time," Kanda dejected as he crossed his arms.
"Now, now Kanda, I say you've all been working very hard. You deserve to have a little fun," Supervisor Komui smiled warmly. The swordsman gave no reply and simply turned his head away. "Besides a social event like a masquerade ball should be good for all of you."
"Everyone but Yu~!" Lavi pulled a wide grin across his face as he continued. "He'd prefer to be a wallflower than dance with a gir-" Kanda shot an icy glare towards the red-head cutting his sentence short.
"Who is Mistress Kiyre?" The white-haired exorcist questioned. That was something everyone wanted to know. "How do we know that this isn't a trap that the Noah clan has set up?"
"Allen, Allen, Allen… Dear little Allen… How can you not trust your Supervisor?" Komui sighed. "Mistress Kiyre is a well-known woman in Germany. She hosts many sorts of gatherings and none of them should be missed."
"But that doesn't change the fact that she could be an Akuma," Lenalee stated.
"Or someone who brokers souls for the Millennium Earl," Allen added.
"Or Lulubell in disguise!" Lavi grinned before being elbowed by his mentor.
"All the more reason to go investigate!" Komui chimed. "If she isn't our enemy you can have a good time. If she turns out to be our foe then the world can be just a little bit safer by getting rid of her."
"You make it sound like a walk in the park," Kanda grunted before making his way to the door.
"Not so fast, Kanda! First we need to find you some suitable formal wear for the ball!" The Supervisor reminded. The deathly aura was beginning to become visible around Kanda. "The ball is in four days so you don't have much time to dawdle. Three of those days will be taken up getting to Germany. So really you've only got this afternoon to get something ready."
"Why such short notice…?" Allen gave out a slight whine. "Mistress Kiyre could've at least given us a little longer."
"Don't worry, Allen. He'll sort out everything so that we can get to Germany as quick as possible," Lenalee assured her white-haired comrade. A thought crossed the exorcist's minds right after Lenalee had spoken. The fact that Komui managed to organize anything amidst his sea of paper work was simply mind-boggling.
"Well, don't sit around now, go into town and get shopping!" Komui grinned as he shuffled the exorcists out of the office.
"So, Bookman, are you goin' to the ball with us?" Lavi asked. The thought of seeing the old man at a masquerade ball was somewhat amusing – amusing enough to bring a smirk across the junior Bookman's face.
"No." His mentor answered bluntly. The smirk on Lavi's face only grew wider as he poked further into his teacher's response.
"Are you scared or something, old panda?" Lavi pressed further.
"No. Too short to dance."
He didn't think of that.
"Gee, that's it? I thought there was going to be a better reason besides that." The red-head scoffed. In a swift movement Bookman slammed his fist against the back of the boy's head – how he managed to reach Lavi's height would be anyone's guess.
"Don't call me a panda, fool."
Author's note: Four prologues later here is the product.
It's…2:38AM…and I'm bloody tired. Please be kind on reviewing – because deciding how to write this was a mega pain in the tailbone. This is a prologue, so it gets interesting further along.
This fanfic was planned out in my head for about… six months – everything but the start was planned out.
Questions that I am expecting to hear are "Who is Fidelia?" and "Why did you bother writing such a lame fanfiction" XD well… You're going to have to find out. :P
Gah…I need to sleep…My eyes are getting really sore.
Before I go… I must thank Wolfpup026 for encouraging me to write this. It was going to remain the "never to be written story" but I guess I finally got someone to kick me off the couch and write. So a thank you dear friend!
Will try and submit the next chapter soon.