To Fight a Losing Battle—A D. Gray-man fic.
Author's Note: This story is based on a dream I had once after reading a ton of manga from D. Gray-man. It's angst all over. I do some jokes at Kanda's expense, but it's all in good fun. Don't judge me by this one story. You can't tell by this story, but my favorite pairing is allenXkanda (Yullen).
Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-man, but in my dreams I did. Sweet.
Chapter 1: The Most Beautiful Colors of a Painting
A burning sensation reached his cursed left eye, shooting pangs of agony through his pale body. His back arched against the bed as an ear-splitting scream resounded in his head, raising goose bumps.
You're descending into the darkness, Allen Walker…or should I say--…kehahahah!!
Shaking his head back and forth he realized that his fine white hair was wet with sweat and his fingers tingled with a feeling that something he had been touching was gone and the warmth gone with it.
Piano keys, Allen. Do you miss them?
"NO!" Allen screamed. A dream? No, another nightmare.
The white-haired exorcist scanned the room, affirming that it was his. The eerie painting staring down at him, a clown's smile seemed to taunt him as the colors around him seemed to swirl, but instead of creating something more beautiful, the painting only grew uglier each time he caught sight of it.
Glancing at the clock, he figured it was sometime around 3am. Everyone would still be asleep. Heading down many corridors, Allen found himself in the washroom. Looking in the mirror, he stared past his reflection, focusing a tired glare at the shadow that plagued him.
How could he have the 14th Noah's memories? Wasn't Allen loved by Mana?
How could he possibly be a Noah…and be an exorcist?
This was the new headquarters. Most were still adjusting, and so was Allen. He hadn't gone on any missions as of late, making every second tick by seem wasted. The worst was that as soon as he had gotten there, Malcolm C. Rouvelier, whom, by the way, looks like Hitler, and Howard Link, Rouvelier's equally annoying assistant, were there to greet and shackle him, bringing him to his master to realize an all too chilling truth.
No longer was "Mana would have wanted this…Mana told me to keep walking" a good excuse to keep himself alive anymore.
And before Allen knew it, daylight reached the castle, although the light only bled through small cracks in the castle's immensely large structure, leaving the inside dark and cold.
"Allen-kun?" Lenalee bent over to talk to the brooding exorcist on the steps, which was funny since Allen didn't remember going there. Her hair had grown since her battle with Eshi and locks of it fell neatly at her shoulders.
When I didn't answer her she spoke again to me, "Were you just coming down for breakfast, Allen?"
And suddenly, something inside me resented that small framed face and sweet smile. I blinked hard enough to hurt my eyes and responded with a firm no. I heard another exorcist remark that it sounded very Kanda-like. I decided to take my Kanda-esque attitude and cultivate mushrooms in a more secluded part of the castle.
Won't you become my pawn, Allen?
We'll make beautiful music together.
Won't you become my puppet, Allen?
"Come be my puppet, Allen." Great…I'd walked into Hitler-mustache guy.
"Allen, we've decided…"
"Who exactly?" My voice felt harsh as it left my lips. Was it my own?
"…the higher-ups in the Order, Allen. Now, if you please, we must prep you."
"For what?" I felt myself getting…annoyed? Is that what Kanda feels like all the time? Well, no wonder he's so grumpy.
"Allen…" his tone was grave and demanding, more so than usual, "we're going to remove your innocence."
Author's Note: I like long sentences. Well, hope you've liked this first chapter. I have planned out 3 or 4 more, but it depends on if it wants to be read or not. Now go on, readers! Review! Encourage me!