The Knight and Clementine
Come one, Come all!
Gather around, for I have a story to tell!
I don't think you've heard it before
But the characters, you already know so well!
I made a vow
That I'll never ever start
With a "Once upon a time"
No, no! That doesn't have a part.
The Demons had started
A war for revenge
For all the souls lost and the Innocence
The Order will avenge.
Our Hero, he's cold and hardhearted
His heart impossibly made out of tin
But who among the cast
Is going to help him win?
Is it the eye-patched recorder?
Or the smiling, caped clown?
Is it the lass with the boots?
Who will help take the enemy down?
And in these tragic times,
These dark days of woe
A new persona is introduced
Is she a friend or foe?
I won't tell you all yet
This story's odd gist,
Except that together they tried
To fight the antagonist.
The Adversary is sort-of a count,
A nobleman of thousands and thousands of years
The gigantic smile on his face
Is both friendly and wicked, my dears.
I am sorry I forgot
To introduce me to you
I
am the Jester of Tales
I'll
tell you a story or two
That's all I can say
I'll begin my tale soon
For those who couldn't catch it
I'll tell my tale again later, maybe in June?
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I know! I know! Why don't we start
With the Antagonist?
He knows a lot about evil;
A heartless, demon artist.
In a cold dark night, in a house no-one (and I mean not a soul) knows where, an Earl plotted his vengeance. After the destruction of the project he had labored for so long, he became so furious that he could do nothing else but plan the assassination of the people responsible for the obliteration of his Ark. He had watched them tear down his work right in front of his very eyes. When the last piece of it was destroyed, with the smile fixed on his face, he silently went back to the house he shared with his family, and had gone straight to his study, slamming the door so hard that the whole house heard it. Instead of looming in the past, he immediately started scheming for a plan for his revenge. He vowed that he would rid this useless and pathetic world of every member of the Black Order and he won't stop until every one of them was dead. He chuckled at the very thought of the world, defenseless without its Exorcists, as it falls victim to his every command. What a good plan this will be!
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And then now what?
Enter our leading role
His eyes as cold as ice,
His heart as black as coal.
He woke up at the exact time he does everyday; far too early for anyone else to be awake. Getting up, he walked towards the sink just across his bed and washed his face. He looked at his face, dripping wet, in the mirror for a full minute. His reflection, void of emotion stared back. He cursed under his breath and tore his gaze away from the mirror. He hated his reflection. He hated himself, basically. But then again, he hated a lot of things. But there was someone he hated most of all. That someone was the sole purpose keeping him alive all these years and it is sure as hell that he will not die until he kills him. But there is no point thinking about it now. There was a war coming and he had to be ready. Tying his raven-black hair, Kanda grabbed his towel and his bath supplies and headed for the showers. Ever since he first stepped into the cold concrete building of the Black Order Head Quarters, he had done the same routine every single day. He didn't have friends worth wasting his time for. He doesn't need any. He doesn't need anybody, not then, not now, not ever. This is Kanda, the cold, harsh and uncaring warrior of the cross.
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'The cast is done?' you think
'Oh no!' I say 'Hang on to your chair!'
But you say, 'Just what are you talking about?
Who else is there?'
After a few weeks of boredom and fear of the Earl's fury, the Noah siblings were all summoned to the parlor. It would be wise for them to obey the command; disobeying would be an act asking for death. So there they were, sitting and yawning, waiting for the Earl's arrival when the door opened and in came a surprisingly, and totally unexpected, giddy Earl. Before anything was said, he bellowed a loud, boisterous laugh. The Noahs watched in confusion. When the Earl ended his surprising guffaw, he turned towards the Noahs and said, "My children! My new scheme is in its stage of completion. It won't be long before I hand out your tasks! " The Noahs relaxed, especially the twins, finally realizing that they were not in any sort of trouble. "But unfortunately, Skinn Bolic is still in no condition to fight, my sweets… " the Earl continued, the siblings looked at each other. "But no worries! Your thoughtful Duke has prepared you a substitute to help you fight in replace for Skinn Bolic! " he said, rubbing his gloved hands together. He stepped aside, revealing a door behind him. The children stared at the door and waited. With a click, the door slowly opened, showing only a dark and narrow hallway. The Earl's grin grew an inch longer and, not taking his eyes off the siblings, called out the door, "Cleo darling, why don't you be a dear and come out and greet your siblings? " For a while, there was no response, but the skins of the twins crawled when from outside the hallway came the reply, "Yes, Uncle…"
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OOOO! Who's this? Who's this?
She isn't on the list!
Will she add to the story
An unexpected twist?
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Sorry to interrupt
But that was just the opening act.
So, it's on with the show,
Next comes the beginning, in fact.
A/N: hahahahahahaha… first time… review please? And be nice??
Disclaimer: unfortunately… D.Gray Man and it's characters does not belong to me……. (I wish..)