D Gray Man – Together
~If they were given another chance to live again, it would be together. ~
After the Holy War, many who fought have died on the battlefield and our dear exorcists were purely exhausted.
Our Bookman, Lavi, who gained the title after being rescued from the hands of the Noah, was barely standing while leaning on his Iron Hammer, calling its rightful title instead of silly made up names long ago.
Link was near the center of the town, laying down on a random road, looking up at the sky, while taking breathes slowly and relinquishing in the silence.
Lenalee was sitting on the ground, panting hard and barely keeping herself upright. Her Dark Boots hasn't liquefied to their dormant form yet and she doesn't notice its buzzes of alarm.
Timothy was kneeling on the ground while clutching onto General Kloud for dear life, and the latter embraces him while trying to ignore the dull throbbing from her head, where she had taken a direct blow in order to protect the young boy in her arms. Her monkey, Lau Jimin was behind her, still activated, weary, and ready to shield its master from anything thrown its way.
General Tiedoll was standing in an alley, clutching with a vice grip on his Innocence, Maker of Eden as tears slipped down his forlorn face.
Noise Marie was kneeling, not too far away, with a barely conscious Miranda in his arms. His head was bowed as he tries to listen to everybody's breathing, counting how many were left alive in the aftermath of battle.
General Zocalo was leaning on a broken brick wall, looking up at the artificial sky of the Ark, a blank look on his face as he breathes in and out slowly. His metal mask gone along with his insane grin, his weapon, Madness, still clutched in his shaking hand.
Krory was somewhere near the edges of the city, in a small crater formed underneath him when he fell from a great height. His jaw slack as his body laid half on the cobblestone road and the other half in the small crater.
Chaoji was on the other side of the city, laying on a pile of bricks, scattered from the fight. He stared blankly at the clear sky not minding his position on the pile of bricks, spread out like a starfish. His Innocence is still invoked as a pair of gloves. The wires of the Arm of Salvation whipping to warn him and he turns to them.
A door, one of the few still intact, opens and creaks loudly, breaking the silence that spread throughout the Ark.
Lavi narrows his eyes and tries to straighten his stance, but flops to the ground instead. He groans quietly and sees blurs of figures placing small black boxes everywhere.
Link turns his head to the side and sees the figures as well. He can't sit up, but he hears them and ignores their presence as he turns back to stare at the sky with a small smile.
Lenalee tries to look up, but the ringing in her ears have increased, so she shuts her eyes and covers her ears in an attempt to dull the pain. Her Innocence warms her feet to comfort her and she pulls her legs to her chest to hug them.
Timothy jumps at the sound of footsteps and curls himself in Kloud's arms. The woman holds onto him tighter and she presses her face into his hair. Lau Jimin snarls and snaps at any passing figure, but doesn't leave his master's side, while the unknown figures avoid the transformed parasitic animal.
Tiedoll smiled grimly and sat down as he bowed his head with closed eyes and silent tears as Maker of Eden glowed around him in silent comfort.
Marie's breathe get hitched in his throat as he hears the dialogue of the unknown figures. He pieces the information together and he holds onto Miranda tighter, while pressing a silent kiss on her lips as his tears drop on her sleeping face.
Zocalo slides down the wall that he's leaning on and closes his eyes as the footsteps head back to the door that they had appeared from.
Krory hears ticking around him and recognizes what they are as they gradually increase in beat. He whimpers and faces the sky as he closed his tear filled with eyes.
Chaoji feels his body aching and hears the beeps around him beating faster. He chuckles hoarsely, knowing what they were, and smiles grimly before closing his eyes.
At the tower in the middle of the once pure white city, two young men are laying down side by side. Their hair strewn everywhere as they face the sky through the hole on the roof of the tower. The artificial light down on them as they breathe slowly and listen to the ticking of their surroundings. The constant beeps speed up their pace and they smile sadly as they reach over to hold each other's hand. They scoot closer to the other and close their eyes as their foreheads touch together. They hold each other close as the ticking finally stops and tears slid down their faces.
And bombs were blown.
And so in the end, the humans abandoned their trust for these heroes and have decided to erase all proof of such a war ever existing.
The exorcists, who were all sent out to fight that day, have fought nonstop for three days and three nights. Their fight was victorious and all remaining members of the Clan of Noah were purified and granted eternal peace.
And although the exorcists were deemed the rightful heroes of the Holy War, they were all killed by humans, who believed that such a power will be used against their race, even though its true purpose of creation was to save them. Quite ironic.
They have abandoned the fact that these heroes were humans as well and proceeded to plant nuclear devices made to destroy a whole continent in the battlefield, the very place that marked the end of a great war and now the place marked as the graves of our great heroes. These humans have decided without their heroes' consent and have fully believed that the decision was for the greater good.
And of course, our dear exorcists have accepted these facts. They weren't going to deny it at all. In fact, they anticipated the decision. They have lived under years of constant cages and leashes that have held them tightly in the hands of these humans, selfish and greedy beings that ignore anything that go against their way of any belief that they take pride in.
The exorcists knew and prayed for their fallen comrades, the finders, not themselves, because they all knew that they have already lost their own redemption. They have fought for so long and have been through so many, that there was no trace of innocence left. The Innocence that they wield has sealed their fate the very moment that they have been chosen and they were fine with it. They have stopped hating that fact that they were chosen long ago, because they were given a purpose.
No. It wasn't for the honor of fighting for God. Far from it.
It was because they have met each other. A bunch of misfits that were so different individually yet so similar in one way or another. The one thing that they all have something in common, they all have had something tragic happen to them. But they haven't let that fact deter them. In fact, it made them stronger. Reasons to keep fighting and to keep moving on.
To keep on walking.
And so, they all sit or lie down facing the sky, in peace. Peace that they have waited and have looked for, for so long. And as the bombs all go off, they all smile.
They lived together, laughed together, fought together, cried together, and now they were going to die together. So if they were given a chance to live again, they would find each other, one way or another, and they would learn to live all over again, together.