Hey everyone~ I know it's been a while since I've updated World in Silver but I absolutely promise I will have it updated soon because I've got a little 5 day weekend goin on now. But anyway! I had a really good idea for a D. Grayman, so here we go! Sorry, my fans! I hope this is enjoyable in the meantime.
The small town of Arden saw little trouble and less visitors. The day two exorcists came in on a mission was notably its most exciting, and on that day we set the scene.
A girl sat on a curb beside lines of shops with activity here and there, and merchants busily trying to attract customers. The girl was not visibly sad, but that no one questioned if she was all right was rather uncharacteristic of the town. She found it odd that she should lose her mother in such a small area, and more so that everyone seemed to want nothing more than to avoid her and the topic of her mother. The sun was warm on her skin, the breeze picking up her caramel locks and dropping them once more.
A voice came to her ears. "Is something wrong?"
Looking up, the girl's eyes widened a tad; to say she was a bit shy and reserved was an understatement. "N-no."
"Hey, no worries. I'm not going to hurt you."
Despite being nervous, it seemed to her that no one else would help, so she decided to trust in the redheaded boy in front of her. "I can't find my mom anywhere."
"Where'd you see her last?"
"Over by the bakery. She was getting bread and told me to go get some fruit while she tried to work something out with someone."
"Did you see the person she was talking to?"
"No, and the baker doesn't seem to know anything or just won't tell me anything."
"I see. Well, I'm Lavi. What's your name?"
"...Claire."
Lavi grinned. "That's a nice name. All right, I'll help you find your mom if you'd like!"
"Okay. Thank you."
The two set off, conversing with all the passersby in an attempt to gather information about the missing mother. Many of them simply turned their heads, a rare few gawking at Lavi's uniform. By the time the sun had begun to descend they had discovered nothing more than Claire had before his appearance, which was, of course, nothing. The girl sighed and looked at the orange and pink sky, her face dark with thought and hints of confusion and concern. The older boy walking beside her patted her head, reassuring her that they'd find her mother when the sun came back up the next day.
"For now, let's get back to where my friend and I are staying. I'm sure you're pretty tired." She nodded, still discouraged but still hopeful.
Back at the small house, they were greeted by a white-haired boy around Lavi's age, but probably younger. "Oh, Lavi! Any luck...?" His gaze turned to the girl of maybe 14.
"This is my friend Shortstack. Shortstack, this is Claire."
"I'm not Shortstack," Allen stated indignantly, giving Claire a gentle smile. "My name is Allen. It's nice to meet you, Claire."
Claire returned the smile. "Nice to meet you too, Allen."
"Lavi hasn't been bothering you, has he? I know he can be a bit of a pain sometimes."
Giggling, she shook her head. "No, he was just trying to help me find my mom."
"See, I'm not a bad guy," Lavi cheered. "Think we've got room for one more? We can't just leave her on her own."
"Well, sure. I can just take the couch and she can sleep in my room-"
"What a chivalrous little shrimp! But if you're out here on the couch, it'll just make you an easy target and you'll get your eye injured again. I'll be just fine on the couch."
"Well, if it's all right with Claire..." Allen turned to her, but found her sleeping soundly on the couch.
"Looks like she's got the couch tonight after all, huh?" Lavi chuckled.
