I do not own d gray man. All characters are copyright of Katsura Hoshino. I do own Jasper.
A oneshot to Jasper, the Noah of Memories, and Victor Hugen the guy who took care of him till his death.
Did he know? With that worried look on his face, that destiny was catching up. That the inventible would come, that he would disappear from this world soon enough.
Did he see those shadows, coming from inside of me? Seeping out slowly, would consume me whole, making me lose who I was and changing who I was to become. As that frown turned to a straight line, turned to a smirk then a smile, than to a never ending laugh of glee.
Did he see?
Victor… did you see?
As the memories from generations ago came flooding back, all the good and the bad, the killing, and the monsters.
Making my head split, you bleed, you smiling sadly as I calmed down. But then awoke to horrifying nightmares that would go away no matter how much time passed.
The friends made, the friends destroyed by the truth. The innocent people killed, the people we wanted to kill. I had friends. They were wonderful friends. We were orphans and tramps but we were together, and managed to survive on will power, guts and intuition.
We had jobs, working at offices like regular humans, at port yards, or just being in school. And playing hooky ever so often. We performed to make a living; it was fun being with people you cared for. You could say even loved.
We were with our real parents or no parents or adopted parents.
But things like this could never stay as so…
We couldn't help our selves. It was wonderful… As the blood streamed from their bodies, making a crimson pool around them, as their eyes were wide with fear or closed with no regrets, but trembled as they felt their life drain.
It was so sudden, the nightmares came, the splitting headaches, the crosses showing on my head and bleeding profoundly.
We had no choice as our genes showed us the way, now there was no turning back.
I would mutter a song I never heard off. I didn't know where it came from. It was so natural. I never said it out loud; it was too special. I couldn't stop my self, it was in my head till the day he died.
"Jasper! What are you doing"?!
We were performing on the street. I had gone on balancing poles side by side each other. The crowd loved it. But they weren't there for performance. They were high wooden fences.
"I don't know," I said wearing a crafted smile. As I balanced my self on the thin, wobbly, wooden beams, my left hand out for balance and my right hand holding my head.
After I we had finished the performance for the night we went to look for a warm place to sleep. He asked me what had happened all I could say was, "I suddenly got this song in my head…" as I stared up at him looking very frightened. I had no clue what had happened.
He said nothing. Smiled and patted me on the head and said, "I'm just glad your not hurt."
"…." My head lowered, my hair hid my eyes as I smiled gladly.
Try and figure out what song you think he is singing or humming in his head. Tell me what you think.