It was dusk. A white-haired young man aimlessly roamed the streets, his expression anxious. The sun set behind the surrounding buildings, leaving only a faint evening glow to see by. A sudden, slight movement caught the young man's eye, and he spun around.
"Who's there?" he spoke, attempting to make his voice sound strong, and not shaky. The words were strange on his tongue. He knew them, but he could not remember using them.
A dark haired young girl stepped out of the shadows, a wicked grin on her face. She sparked something in the young man's mind. Not really a memory, but something. He felt like he should know her.
The girl leaned casually against a lamppost. She looked up at him through half closed eyes, her head tilted at a cocky angle. She seemed to be sizing him up, like a predator. Finding herself satisfied, she strode over to stand in front of him.
"My name is Road," she said. She stepped still closer, startling him, her eyes fixed with an unusual curiosity. The way she smiled, you'd think she knew something he didn't. As naturally as though she were his little sister, she placed her hand in his and looked up at him. Perhaps she was his sister? He wouldn't know. But why would his sister introduce herself to him? A formality, perhaps? He recalled no such thing.
The young man glanced down at their hands. Both of hers were soft, pale, and cool. The hand that she held, however, was disfigured and red, with a cross embedded in the back of it. Somehow, he knew such a thing was not normal. The girl, however, appeared to take no notice.
"Are you lost?" she asked, sweetly. She seemed like a nice child to him, but she was very forward, and almost spooky. She had the oddest look about her, and something in the back of his mind screamed danger! But that was ridiculous. How could a child be dangerous? Perhaps she was strange and overly familiar, but that didn't make a person bad. And she didn't look like those other people; the different ones that had been giving him funny looks. They scared him, and they seemed to keep popping up and following him places. It was spooky.
"What's your name?" she asked him. "I can help you." The words were honey coated; dripping with concern, but the young man hesitated.
"It's…..Allen…..I…I think." He responded finally. Truthfully, he couldn't quite remember his name. But that name, when he asked himself the question, seemed to come to mind first.
A slow, frightening grin spread across her face. "Come with me, Allen," she said. "I'll take you where you belong." Before he could protest, Road was dragging him by the hand into the shadows, her eyes glinting in silent triumph. The grin on her face was unparalleled; his compliance thrilled her to no end.
The Millennium Earl would be pleased, indeed.
*** A Note From ME
Sorry, DGM fans, it seems people would like me to continue this story, but I don't actually know enough about the Millenium Earl, settings, and plot to do so. At least, I couldn't do it very well, and I'd surely make some stupid mistakes. I plan to continue this story, but until then, I will read up on DGM and reread it. (My problem is that the library in my town has a very sparse manga selection, and I'm not sure exactly how long Borders will tolerate me being there without paying for anything. After all, they aren't a library.) If you have any suggestions or ideas for how this story should continue, please PLEASE tell me, and I will keep in touch. Thanx!