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Sadly, I don't own D. Gray Man, but I do own my OCs. :):
Bloody Card
Fourteen-year-old girls trembled at the sight of blood. But no, not Miyagumi. She was used to seeing blood—it was her lifestyle, after all. But now, holding the card tainted with blood, she was trembling.
Why oh why was she trembling?
It was the first time she had ever gotten this sort of "response." She wasn't even expecting anything from her cards—her cards weren't for fortune-telling, those were her weapons! She was innocently cleaning her stack of cards, when she picked one up and saw that the front was tainted with red. She had tried to wipe the blood off, but to no avail.
But it didn't take a genius to figure out what the blood stood for. Bloodspill. Someone was hungry for someone's blood. Who? And more importantly, whose?
For a moment, like every other being in the world, Miyagumi thought of herself. It made sense. Being a part of the Mochizuki clan, she would definitely have angered many people, but... Suddenly, a thought she was ashamed to even think of popped in her brain. What if it's not her, but Sayoko? Her friend, her companion to be killed in what was supposed to be a simple vacation in a foreign country. That would be very bad, indeed.
Or maybe, just maybe, Miyagumi was over thinking it. Yes, that's right. She was just a worry rat.
"Miyagumi-sama, are you ready to go?" A tall, redhead dressed in all black peeked into her hotel room.
Miyagumi liked to think that the reason Sayoko usually dressed in black was because she could prowl around the streets, camoflouged, when night fell. Though in reality, it was simply because the companion thought it would make her seem more business-like.
The card in Miyagumi's head quickly faded out of sight. "In a minute, Sayo," she replied, hoping her chocolate brown eyes weren't darkened with fear. "I'll just be, ah, fixing these." She motioned to the stack of cards on the long desk in front of her.
"Alright, then," the older woman said. "I'll just head over to my room, I suppose."
As soon as the girl heard her door clicker close, she willed the remaining cards to disappear. She slumped on her chair, sighing.
In all honesty, she wasn't ready. She wanted to stay here, in her room so that she wouldn't worry about Sayoko getting hurt—or worse—being dead. She made a move to sling the leather strap of her green hardbound book over her shoulder so she could finally be ready, but she suddenly felt tired.
If Miyagumi's instincts were correct, this would one be interesting and dangerous vacation.
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I know it's short but I'll make the next one longer!
Edited: 4/03/2013
