H'lo! This is Cross speaking!
Yes, yes, yes…. All hail the fabulous and brilliant me…! Mwahahahahahaha…..!!
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Sorry. Ayame Sohma moment… Ahem! Well… Got this idea on my vacation so I started to write it! Hope you enjoy! Oh! And I DO NOT know the ending of D. Gray-Man I'm only as far as chapter 169 – So in case you're wondering – I'm making up a lot of stuff so I guess it's a semi AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray-Man and will never own D. Gray-Man except in my dreams. You should be thanking Hoshino Katsura for this wonderful, addicting series. I also do not own any of Evanscense's songs.
Claimer: I DO own this story/plot however and the two little boys and especially my OC.
I hope you enjoy the story.
Please regard me kindly.
This is Cross.
Signing off.
Prologue: Another Chance
You're too important for anyone
There's something with everything you see,
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
The girl hummed merrily, bobbing her head to the song playing in her head.
Where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape
Tapping her fingers, she made her way steadily home after a long day of school.
However did you manage to push away
Today was her Birthday. Not that a lot of people cared, but she most certainly did. It was the anniversary that she had discovered something. And it was something very important to her. She clutched a book closer to her.
Yes. Very important. Almost the reason why she kept living.
From every living thing you come across?
So afraid that anyone will hate you
You pretend you hate them first
Her feet tapped nearly noiselessly against the pavement of the sidewalk.
But there were other things she strived for – because she was a good girl. She didn't want her parents to think badly of their only child. Didn't want them to think she was a failure.
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape the truth
Her parents probably had bought her a birthday cake. And hopefully some DVDs she had been hoping for. Then, maybe, they would go out for dinner. But not for too late, after all, she had to keep being a good little girl and not slack off.
I realize you're afraid
But you can't refrain from everything
You can't escape
You don't want to escape
Two small boys ran past her, laughing cheerfully.
She smiled. She often saw them on the way home from school since they lived near her. Quickening her pace, she watched them in amusement.
I am so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone
I can hear you when you whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming
Her grin faltered when one of the boys ran out into the street, teasing the other.
And where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape the truth
A honk of a truck shattered into the boy's awareness. Slowly, he looked to his left, laughter fading on his lips. He froze in shock of the sight of the oncoming vehicle.
I realize you're afraid
But you can't reject the whole world
Without thinking, or considering, the girl ran out to meet the boy. Desperately, she shoved him to the sidewalk a few feet away. Another honk sounded along with the frantic screeching of tires as they burned across the road.
"Catherine!"
Right… She was supposed to meet a friend on the corner…
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape
There's a thud and the sound of screaming.
But all the girl hears is silence.
And all she can see is black.
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'Catherine Johnson.'
Black.
'Do you realize where you are?'
Nothing.
"I don't know."
One voice.
'You are dead.'
Distant light.
"Oh."
Silence.
"What will happen to me now?"
Open.
'That is for you to decide.'
Coming closer.
"I don't understand."
Smooth nothingness.
'You died too soon before you time.'
Unbearable.
'You will be given another chance at life.'
Cold.
"I will?"
Warm.
'Any universe you wish but the one that you were born in.'
Hot.
"I still don't understand."
Bearable.
'Anything you want to change in anything you have heard of.'
Not.
'Any story at all is another universe in existence.'
Maybe.
'You can not live a normal life again.'
Yes.
'You have too much potential to waste.'
Far off.
"But I never…"
So close.
'Not in your home world, no, but in others…'
Not quite.
"Like where?"
Wish.
'What do you think?'
Again.
'What do you wish to change?'
Think.
"Anything?"
What?
"Isn't that just a bit too easy?"
Perhaps.
'Perhaps you are right.'
Easy.
'How about a little equivalent exchange?'
Pass on.
"You remind me of something…"
Follow.
"You remind me of a Gate…"
Step.
'Perhaps I am…'
Laughter.
'I will demand a fair price…'
Reverse.
"What do you want?"
'Your memories,'
Forward.
"…What…?"
Wary.
'I want what makes you, you.'
Confusion.
"I don't get it..."
Immovable.
'You don't need to, as long as you get what you wish for.'
Wait.
"…Really?"
Move.
'Yes.'
Something.
"I don't trust you…"
Right.
'Hahaha!'
Clear.
'Smart girl…'
Why?
'But you don't have a choice…'
Malice.
"…Fine."
Strange.
"If I have no choice…"
Perfect.
"...'Anything', you said…?"
There.
'But, just…'
Just.
'…One.'
One.
"One thing…?"
That's all.
"Then…"
Is it?
"Please…"
Anything.
"Please, if I can…"
If anything.
"I'd like to change D. Gray-man!"
If just one thing.
"I can't just let him die!"
To save a pure but tainted soul just as his.
'All of your memories will be taken.'
That would be enough.
'Everything except your knowledge of that world.'
No past.
'Do you except?'
Only now.
"I accept!"
Only Allen.
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Pain.
Blurry.
"…ake! What's…"
Dark outline.
"…name…"
Just one thought.
A sky eyed boy with a scar on his face and pure white hair.
"…Allen…uhhh…"
Blackness.
Nothing.