Writer's Notes: After reading chapter 168, an image of the shadows of the Earl and Allen (as they appear in the manga) fighting and Lenalee looking straight up into the sky as she stands between these two shadows popped into my mind. That is the basis for this (very short) story.
Also I've always imagined Allen's hair to be silver-white like platinum and not purely white as seen in the anime.
I do not own the rights to D.Gray-man. Katsura Hoshino does. This fic was written as a prompt for another story I am writing totally unrelated to this series.
In the midst of shadows
The moon, which seems bigger tonight, shines brightly as if its sole purpose is to focus its light upon the stage where a fierce battle unfolds. Casting shadows upon the pavement below, two figures clash in mid-air to determine the fate of humanity. The shadows, two clowns—one with spikes for hair, the other with a crescent moon for a face—dance to an unknown music that only the two of them can hear. In the midst of this play stands a young female exorcist with short, black hair who can only offer a prayer of hope as fear begins to grip her already war-weary body.
She watches the ensuing battle perhaps like a Bookman would do—engraving every blow, every strike in her memory. But as she does so, her heart breaks.
The shadows continue their dance, oblivious to those who may be watching. The crescent moon-faced clown laughs, parrying blows dealt him with ease. With murderous rage, the other wields his sword, the inverse of his opponent's, yet again.
The Sword of Exorcism. His left arm.
She knows that arm very well. The arm she once cried over out of concern for its fragility. The arm she saw in Timcanpy's memories crushed into dust. The arm that saved her from the clutches of the Earl in Edo.
She drops to her knees. Her tears fall uncontrollably. Her hand outstretched as if reaching for that gentle hand that held hers many times before. She longs to feel his hand pressed against her face once more.
But with each blow, with each strike, she loses him to the Noah inside.
She cries out his name. And as if in reply, the wind carries a faint voice.
Believe in me. I will take him down.
Like that time when he fought the Noah Tyki Mikk inside the Ark.
In the end, that is all she can do.
Believe.
Believe that when the war is over, the platinum-haired exorcist will return to her with a smile on his face, and say…
I am home, Lenalee.