The World In My Eyes
Summary: Sometimes when close my eyes, I imagine the last battle, and it gives me nothing but chills. It sucks because I'm not even me when I do.
Listening to Good News from the D. Gray-Man soundtracks made me imagine this. Enjoy, Gray-men!~
Sometimes when close my eyes, I imagine the last battle, and it gives me nothing but chills. It sucks because I'm not even me when I do.
Everything comes to me crystal clear, like it's a memory rather than my imagination. The view I receive makes a slow 360 degree around me, above to slowly descending lower to see the Earl directly across from me with his human face.
Naturally, the surroundings are a sign of passing and ongoing war. Lenalee is fighting against Road, carefully maneuvering her way around Road's quick sharp candles. Kanda is going against Tyki, careful to evade his man-eating golems of butterflies, and regenerating with each passing second. Lavi, he's going against the twins with Krory, who seemed to be fairing well with a slight injury left on the left of his lower back. (Beat fire with fire, they say.) The others are forced to fight against Level 3s and 4s on the way and occasionally Level 1s and 2s. The best I- we- could hope was that a Level 5 (not that we've heard of it) did not magically appear.
I speak a sarcastic conversation with this psychotic Earl.
"How do you do, brother?" I speak in a different voice (Deeper, actually.) and diction than my own, raising my right arm as tattered pieces of my exorcist coat fell lightly. "I hope I did not keep you long?"
"Oh no, no. I am doing quite fine," he speaks, nonchalantly. "And you, brother?"
I, myself, let drifting words come out of my mouth in an unfit conversation with the enemy and soon catch myself off guard when I mention the date of the murder of half the science division, leaving only select few and others who were lucky to survive and live with a single injury. I even regret to mention the death of Johnny, which makes me guilty though not at all true.
The words in my dream that I speak says it was June 8th when it happened, a month from now in the realistic world. And ironically enough, December 25th as "today's." Images flash into my mind as well of the past and living memories of other exorcists, scientists, finders, and certain CROW members.
The conversation stops as an ill silence seeps into the air. I take hold of my wrist, preparing for the transformation of my arm to my weapon. "Shall we end this family reunion?"
Lero, the floating umbrella at the Earl's side, lets himself to be grabbed by the Earl, transforming into a weapon himself, the polar opposite of my sword. "Certainly."
Seconds pass before we charge at each other with spite. And honestly, I wasn't sure of anything at that moment and set everything aside. And at that moment, all I could hear were the battle cries of my own and the Earl's.
Firstly, I don't remember a lot, but I'm pretty sure Lero is the Earl's sword.
Secondly, I don't feel so happy, especially since my mom's going through my stuff and yelling at me for not being more responsible and feminine just because she's irritated and angry. And it's not even my fault! Where's the fucking justice in that?
Thirdly, I haven't been writing for Bluebird Legend at all because my writer's block for that particular one, so this is just something to try to encourage my writer's block to frolic off into the sunset and NEVER COME BACK.
