Hi! Destini here! So this is my first story on fanfic and hopefully you all will enjoy it, review it, and maybe favorite it!
So far I wrote this based on a quick moment of inspiration and so it is a oneshot. HOWEVER things can change but it depends on you guys and your comments!
P.S: Please excuse any awkward wording or grammar (my weakness)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN D GRAY MAN
It was snowing when I was born and abandoned. It was snowing when Mana died and I meet my master. It was snowing when I met Adam and received my curse, turning my hair white. But it was also snowing when I first met him.
Before our meeting the sight of snow brought memories of pain and hatred. However, they are slowly being replaced we our sweet memories.
Truthfully, we had already met before as enemies, created by the misunderstandings and lies I had. That changed the day after the day Master died. Suspected of my loyalty I was sentenced to death. I didn't mind as I held firm belief in my friends. Some friends they were! Each abandoning me as word of my execution got out.
That was when everything became clear to me. The Black Order, my friends and even God were phonies. Putting up a façade of kindness to fool me and use me. They were worse then akuma, who at least had souls. I didn't need them! I would escape and survive on my own as I did in my childhood.
But escape was not easy, knocking out former friends and allies; I ran and ran from the place I called home and into the dark unknown on a moonless night. It had been days since I had a proper meal and my energy was finally at its peak as I fainted on the road by a train station. When I came to it, a shimmering figure was above me surrounded by an outline of white.
An Angel, Tyki Mikk.
He carried me bride style to his home. Me, his enemy and yet he treated me with true gentleness. He clothed me, fed me, and watched over me till I recovered from near frostbite. And it was during that period alone with him did I finally understand. The Noahs were my true family and he was my guardian angel.
