Hello, this is my first fan-fiction that I have ever done. Constructive criticisms are accepted, but flames will not be. Once again this is my first, and now that that is out of the way.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is just a fan based project that I decided to do. D. Gray Man is owned by Katsura Hoshino.

The Midnight Carnival

It was a cold winter morning, and I had awoken to a sharp pain in my stomach. I opened my eyes to find some wrapping had been placed on the wound to keep me from losing too much blood. However, the wrapping that had once been white was now stained red with my blood. I realized at that moment that there was a trail of blood, my blood, from what was left of a tree stump that ended where I lay at that moment. I wondered how I managed to survive such a wound, and what was capable of causing one in the first place.

I disregarded this as a strange miracle and went to the nearest town. I discovered that just at the edge of this forest there was a friendly looking village. I made my way through the streets to find an inn; I was surprised to discover when I put my hand in my pocket that I had no money. I was completely broke. With nothing better to do I decided to sit down and think so as to collect my thoughts. I thought maybe somebody I knew would come by and take me home.

It was then I learned that I did not know who I was. I look at my hands for the first time today, and noticed one of them was red. It was my left hand. I began to remember something about it being deformed since birth, and there was a scar on the back that looked like a white cross. It was so surreal that I lost track of time. Eventually I came to my senses and it had been two hours since I sat down. I figured I would find a job and earn an income.

I made my way out of town and passed by an old farm. The crops were dying and the buildings were run down that the place looked like the plague had killed the owners of this land. I wondered if maybe I could help these people out. After all, I needed a place to stay and these people could probably use the help.

I almost made it to the front porch when somebody screamed,"Hold it right there, if you take another step I will release the hounds on you!"

I looked behind me, and a girl about my age was coming from the barn holding a pitch fork. I was frightened, while at the same time a little amused. She had long brown hair that went to her waist, and she was wearing a yellow white plaid dress with an apron over it. Her green eyes stared at me with a look of curiosity and frustration. I felt somewhat relived.

"I'm sorry, but I am not here to harm you," I said. "That is what all you people from town say, I know we are going through a famine, but we do not have the crops to support all of you," she said, "We barely have enough to support ourselves ever since those monsters attacked us." Her words were stained with familiarity; and I spoke, "I am not from town, but I am here looking for work and a place to stay for the time being; would you let me rest in your house for at least a week?" I asked. "I don't know about that," the girl said, "By the way what happened to you, there is a strange scar on your face?"

I looked around and to my horror she was right. On the left side of my face there was a scar that went from my forehead to my chin. Not only that, but the top edge had a mark shaped like a pentagram. I also realized that my hair was gray. I was a young man, but my hair was gray. What had happened to me, and who was I? I began to cry.

The girl took pity on me and decided to let me stay the night. I was very grateful, and was glad to know that she did not live alone. I was afraid somebody like her would have a hard time raising a farm herself. She actually lived with her father. They let me stay in her sisters old room, it was uninhabited because her sister had been married and lived with her husband now.

It was actually that night I began to regain some more vivid memories. In my sleep I saw thirteen other people with me, and we were standing by the deathbed of an aging man. The one next to me was shouting "Father, Father, please don't die!" It dawned on me that this was my family, but it did not stop there. As the dream went on, I remembered how my siblings and I had tried to destroy mankind, and how I eventually tried to stop them. I didn't remember why I betrayed them.

It was strange but relieving that I had begun to remember who I was. However, I kept hearing a voice in my head saying something. I think it was telling me an important message, but the only part I could hear was, "Protect Lenalee."