Umm... Hello, there, this is Rei.
Disclaimer: I can't possibly own something like DGM. It's too sexy and flashy.
Little Kira Fubuki was sitting all alone. Bouncing a small rubber ball on the palms of her hands, she was trying to see how long she could do so without moving from her spot in front of the traditional Japanese house she now shared with only her mother. Her mother had taken to crying alone and shutting herself behind her hand-painted shoji screens, and the little girl was lonely. Her father wasn't there anymore, not there to fool around and play with his little girl anymore. Being an important official in this secluded and isolationist country (fighting for opening port and sharing of knowledge), any opposition to the Foreign Prime Minister (the Millennium Earl) meant eventual death. However, as a righteous man, he had done just that, because of the inhumane and terrible things that the Minister had asked for. It wasn't tolerable, at all. So the same night he had proclaimed his opposition to the 'Minister's' ideas was the night he disappeared. The next day, he was announced dead from the blood found in a back alley.
She hadn't realized when, but Mother seemed a bit happier. She even smiled once, over the laundry, at Fubuki, and whispered, "Your dad will come back; don't worry." In the girl's mind, if her mother was happy, she would at least act happy, for both of her parents' sakes. She smiled back, but felt a little hollow inside at her mother's words.
She had begun her self-taught 'sword training' when her father began to question the 'Minister'. He wanted to take over the northern side of Japan, which unbeknownst to many, had a few exorcists in its government. However, they were all dead now, Innocence reduced to powder and dispersed into the sea. Though she didn't think that sword-training would actually be useful, at least it gave her a purpose in the painfully quiet days that followed. Pulling out her pair of wakizashi, she stared at the twin blades, then slid them smoothly back into their scabbards, wondering why a companion sword to a katana would have a perfect twin. She shrugged it off, as the shorter blades suited her frame. To her, the longer blades would disrupt her balance, as a heavy and clumsy weapon. She had gone down to the swords-makers's shop and gotten the blade tempered a bit more to make it harder so that the blade wouldn't be as weak as it naturally was. Fubuki decided that having this skill was good in the long run, and gave her a psuedo-emsamurai/em feeling. Then, laying on her back, she stared up at the smooth, wooden slats that were part of what she called 'home'.
Suddenly, she heard a scream and a splintering of wood. She quickly ran outside, twin blades drawn out in front of her. She froze, unable to move as a metal skeleton bearing her father's name and an upside-down pentagram slowly moved from the smashed wall to her mother's limp body. Moaning, the skeleton visibly resisted pulling on the woman's pale skin. It shouted in a horribly marred (but unmistakeable) voice for his only remaining family to run; that he was an akuma; that the man behind him was his 'Creator'.
Fubuki's straw-woven geta seemed too loose and slippery to run in, and anyway, her legs weren't responding to her commands. Her thoughts swirled in a dark vaccuum; not believing the truth in front of her. Finally, she stepped to move, but the hem for her long yukata tripped her and she fell, twisting in it. Her mother's beautiful face and her father's voice told her once more to run.
All she had ever done was run. How would she be able to run away from a nightmare so terrible, it was reality? Her parents (what is it? it can't be nonono impossible) headed towards her, and a fat man with a tall hat behind them finally became visible. Anger flooded through her veins; what evil had this 'Creator' done to her parents? But when she charged at him, her mother's body changed into the grotesque form of a Level 1 akuma, blocking and protecting the 'Creator'. Unable to stop, Fubuki sliced through the akuma.
The Earl laughed in his grotesque manner. "What an interesting doll you are. I'll have to go now; after all, there is too much tragedy, is there not? I hope we meet again~" The fat, pudgy body of the first apostle left, and the girl's petite form dropped her two steaming blades, skin crawling with sweat and unwelcome relief.
"Oi, geezer!" A young boy in a newly crafted dark-themed uniform ran toward the site of an akuma's destruction. Froi Tiedoll, an older man, followed behind, for once not stopping to look at the beauty of the surrounding cherry trees. But then, they were in enemy country. With him was a tall, dark man with closed eyes, concentrating.
Crossing a field of white lilies, they came to a stop after a thicket of trees. kneeling in mud in front of two white knives was a small girl, seemingly younger than the boy who was gradually approaching.
"Kanda, please check the vicinity for akuma. Marie, how is she?" Tiedoll murmured quietly.
"She's been traumatized, General. Her heart is beating too fast."
Tiedoll walked closer to the girl. "Little Miss, I am an exorcist," he called out gently, in somewhat archaic Japanese. The girl didn't look up, and just shrank further into herself. He continued talking but stopped his advances, observing that she was on the defensive. "Exorcists exist to protect humans from 'akuma'. Akuma are the creations of a man named the Millennium Earl." The girl stopped trying to subtly reach for a blade. "Exorcists have weapons that can defeat and salvage the souls that were used to create the akuma, like your swords here." Fubuki stared at the foreigner's face. She had never seen a European before. She looked away and mumbled. Tiedoll asked for her to speak clearly of she was going to say something. She glared in spite and repeated in heavily accented English, "Foreigner cannot allowed here."
After explaining in more detail, Tiedoll was interrupted politely. Unhesitatingly and stoic, the girl answered. "I not joining this 'Black Order' if I not be for the surrender the Earl."
At this time, Kanda rejoined Tiedoll and Marie, and waited with them as the strangely stoic girl (didn't she just kill her parents?) gather yamayuri for her parents. She made a small pile of dry wood above the ground, but there was no body underneath.
For the lilies are supposed to be 'beautiful' and 'pure' like you, oujo-sama, but like them, you are the bad luck of death.
She ground her teeth as she stood up from placing the lilies around the pyre. She hated the townspeople. It wasn't her fault her father died. Now her own words stung her; she was being a selfish fool with no respect for her family. Wiping away a few drops of water that threatened to spill out (she'd soaked an entire scarf), she pulled up her bag of belongings.
Hey guys! I'm finally done with this first chapter! I finally grew just enough backbone to not write anything too cheesy and crack-y for once!
Remember to review or the author will start to lose motivation and will to continue the story and you will never know how the plot goes!
I don't even know if I'll be updating regularly any way...
Edit: I will sporadically update. Of course, since the writing is up to me now, I honestly won't give too much thought about how many reviews I will get, but hopefully if you do, please give me something to work with, be it plot (aka prompts maybe), character, or just general grammar (le gasp) or spelling or language errors. I hope people will actually enjoy this. Thank you for reading through until this extremely redundant A/N.
EDIT 2: sooo i have started rewriting again. god i hate myself for writing crap lol. I'm sorry for not updating, like ever. but yeahhhhhh hopefully i'll get off my ass and write some good shit in the future
also i think i'm somewhat turning into a shit writer ok bye thx