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Wafts of smoke drifted lazily through the empty darkness, blending in with the myriad of colours that lit up the dusky sky. The peace of the evening was interrupted by sudden spurts of noise as debris fell to the ground, covering green grass from view. The wind howled, feeding the embers, as great tongues of fire licked the foundations of the house. From the charred door two tall, black-clad figures came dashing out, one cradling an old wooden box in her arms.
They rushed to the river nearby, watching as their home became engulfed in the ravenous flames. The dim light made a pretty contrast against the passionate raging fire, even as the fire hungrily ate up any combustable part of their home. The woman, especially, watched with detachment even as she saw her neat, tidy home disappear into the belly of the fire. She thought it looked rather like a kaleidoscope.
With a sigh, she caressed the box in her arms, as if she was the caring mother of the timber-made infant.
Hours later, the couple still stood by their home, examining the damage left behind. The moon climbed steadily overhead, shedding silvery water on their bent figures. Black walls still remained, dusted over with layers of dust and ashes. In the pale ethereal moonlight, the whole scene seemed to be a ghostly tableau that existed solely to trap weary travellers.
The middle-aged woman stood up, no longer interested in the remains of her home. She turned to face the river, continuing to embrace the old worn box. Soon, the male looked up and saw her staring dreamily into the distance, violet eyes fixed somewhere distant on the dark horizon. He frowned and walked towards her.
"Lenalee? What's wrong with you? Why do you keep smiling and embracing the box?"
"It's nothing, Kanda." The woman continued to gaze dreamily into the darkness.
Kanda frowned again. Swiftly, he snatched the box from his wife and wrenched open the cover. To his amazement, he found that the box was absolutely empty, except for a single red rose sitting in the padded white interior.
He gaped.
"Kanda! The box!"
"Lenalee?"
"…"
"What is this?"
"You wouldn't want to know."
"Che, tell me."
"Allen gave it to me before he left for the last time…"
"…"
"…"
Kanda stared at his feet. "After all this time? You still…?"
"Yes. After all this time."
"…"
"I'm really sorry that I'm not able to give you my heart. You've always been a great husband, but deep down, it is Allen who still holds my love."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Che, it is pretty obvious you know, that even after all these years you still love him best."
"I'm sorry, Kanda."
"It's okay. So, we'll go our separate ways now?"
"I guess so."
"I wish you well then."
"Farewell."
That night, two exorcists walked two separate paths to two separate destinations. One continued on his travels, seeking the unknown. The other made her way to the headquarters of the Black Order, finally going back to the place where she had sahred so many happy memories, where dusty images of Allen still walked.
In the grassy plains where once stood a neat house, all that was left stood still as time wound its way away from that forsaken glade.
In the grassy plains where once a neat house stood, the wind continued to howl chillingly at the moon and the starless skies.
In the grassy plains where once stood a neat house, the charred remains whispered silently in the darkness, praying for the woman and her lost love.
A/N: Hello! Hopefully this isn't as crappy as my first D. Gray-man fic. Hah was reading the deathly hallows for the i don't know how many-th time and got inspired by snape's love for lily! The part where sape shows dumbledore his patronus is so touching! D; but yeah, here you are. This is going to be a twoshot, so hahaha i'll upload the second part soon. And yeah anyway, thanks for reading! ;D