Masks by Face Pr0n
D-Gray Man ( All characters copyright to Hoshino Katsura and that good stuff)
My first attempt at fanfiction. A one shot.
Today is no different from any other day. The morning starts off with me walking down the long creaky stairway.
I saunter down with such angelic grace, each step more captivating than the next.
I feel eyes around me, staring adoringly at my shimmering raven hair, tied neatly into two long ponytails, my radiant eyes capable of melting the iciest of hearts, my flawless complexion , my slender nubile figure.
In my sleek black Exorcist's outfit , and my slinky mini skirt , inches above my knees.
My legs seemingly going for miles. Those boots of mine, teasing the eye of the beholder. My light cinnamon scent , wafts through the air.
The eyes trail me . Lavi , a Bookman harbouring feelings and not doing very well at concealing them , continues to ogle little old me. His constant flirting more of irritation than anything remotely romantic. He must have lost subtlety along with his manhood.
Kanda , "Icy" as he may be , becomes but a puddle of water with a mere smile in his direction. His cold demeanor a poor B class act. I can see right through his poorly constructed antics. How demeaning .
Even Allen , the seemingly heroic leader of our teenage group of Exorcists becomes another David in my presence. His ever ready smile a revolting sight. The timid voice of his , has he even reached puberty yet?
Is that an erection I see there?
They all smile sheepishly, voices cracking with anxiety and maybe even slight trepidation. I feel the revulsion creep into my spine again. I mask the askance and complete and utter abhorrence from my voice. I coo sweetly to each and every one of them , showing a perfect row of gleaming while teeth.
"This is what you wait for everyday isn't it?" I muse to myself. I giggle at their frail attempts at humour , watching their ego's soar. Each laugh timed impeccably. I continue the absent banter , my "enthusiasm" apparent. I bob my head lightly , listening to their dreary uneventful stories , eyelids getting heavier with each passing syllable .
Allen then asks , " So , Lenalee how are you?"
A/N : I decided to stray away from the generic portrayal of Lenalee , so don't expect fluff :D . Read it with an open mind please as I'm daring myself to be extremely bold here O.o Read and review please !