Hello everyone! It's your just insane writer Dios here!
Segador: And he's back with a different FanFic. Why don't you just finish one before you create another one.
A masked man: If he did that the there wouldn't have been a FanFic with me in it. Now, GET BACK TO TRAINING IDIOT! *Kicks Segador to a level 1 akuma*
Segador: DAMN YOU MASTER!
A masked man: Hahaha!
*Sweat drop* If you can't tell, this is going to be a D Gray Man fanfic starring Segador and his insane master homicidal, master Winter Socalo.
A masked man: Hahaha! Laughs pointing at Segador dodging Dark matter blasts.
So uh yeah, the Disclaimer: DiosSegador doesn't own D gray man or it's associative characters. Only the exorcist Segador, and the golem Tikal.
A masked man: GET ON WITH THE FIC OR I'LL F****** KILL YOU!
YES SIR! *SALUTES*
Warning there is swearing and the use of the F-word, you have warned.
10 years ago...
In the lively city of Mexico City, Mexico a 6 year old white haired boy was running from the cops.
"STOP! THEIF!" They yelled chasing after the youth who was running through crowds, zipping through stalls, and vaulting over walls. While the cops tried desperately to catch up. However eventually the whitenette hit a wall to high to climb over. The cops caught up to him, out of breath and aiming their guns at him. The boy however had his back to them and his arms in front of him holding the loaf of bread.
"We. *Huff* Finally. *Huff* Got you." They wheezed out. "Now turn around!" At first the boy didn't comply, but then they shot a bullet right next to his head. The boy flinched before slowly turning around. The police officer's gasped at what they saw.
Half of the boys face was exposed bone, while the other was tattooed heavily to match the skull. Although hair was growing on both the skeletal and tattooed parts of his head. He also only had one red eye set in the right side of his heavily tattooed face, while on his left side there was nothing. However it doesn't stop there. While his torso looked human, his arms weren't. Both his arms were skeletal like his face. However it didn't look like the flesh had been stripped off, rather it looked like the flesh and skin of his arms had connected to the bone on the joint connecting the elbow to the upper arm.
One of the cops gun's wavered and pointed at the boys head. "D-Diablo!" He yelled praying to god it wouldn't take his soul.
"No! Don't shoot!" The boy pleaded. One of the cops were about to squeeze the trigger, but suddenly was shot from behind and disintegrated into dust.
"Ah!" The other cop yelled seeing his companion turn to dust. He was about to run away, until he too was shot and disintegrated. Meanwhile the boy trembled in fear as he saw the two men disintegrate. The bread he had stolen fell to the dust next to him as he saw what killed the two cops.
The "thing" that killed the cops was a huge floating mound of mass that had guns implanted within the mound of flesh. However what scared him the most was the face of the mound of flesh. It was a sad agonizing face with peering eyes. Almost as if programmed to, the boys skeletal arms reached towards the thing while they cross eye he had was growing brighter.
The boy kept his hands in check because of the fear he had about the things would do if he moved. Then another thing floated next to the one before. Then another, then another, until the sky was almost blotted out with flesh mounds. The boy began to trembled at the sight before him. His arm desperately wanted to attack one of them, but his body shut down and he collapsed to the floor. Then mounds of flesh all aimed their guns at him. The boy began to cry and prey to god that he would get out of this. Then something unexpected happened.
"AKUMA!" A sadistic voiced laughed as a giant spinning spiked blade rocketed from nowhere and cut through one of the flesh mounds making it explode. The blade cut two more things before boomeranging back to where ever it was thrown from.
The boy just stared in aw as a man wearing a swat like uniform suddenly dropped down right in front of him. The man's face was covered in what looked like a knight's mask, but the sword he held wasn't. In his hand was a long serrated blade that looked more like a saw than a sword. And on the saw like blade, was blackish looking liquid. And to the boy's utmost horror, the man in the mask tongue extended from a slit in his mask and licked some of the blood of his blade.
"Haha! This is going to be fun." He laughed sadistically. The newly named akuma began to inch away from this masked man, but got no further as the man laughed again before jumping towards the nearest one swinging his saw. In little to no time, the city was nearly destroyed with large holes were the mounds of flesh missed their shots and instead his a building or house. While the man was having fun just dismembering and disemboweling anything that came between him. Sometimes a red and black looking orb with wings and a mouth would come out from behind the man mask and would start to mercilessly bite a mound of flesh that came to close to the man.
After a while though, the boys skeletal arms seemed to beg him to follow the man's path or carnage and death. It got to a point where his body moved without his permission, the bones in his body moving on their own independently, however along the way his skeletal arms grew to large skeletal claws that looked razor sharp. The claws grew to a point where they were dragging the boy's body with them to the akuma.
The akuma turned around too late however when it felt itself being torn apart by two large skeletal arms. It gave a loud shriek as it was torn apart, but to the boys ear's it sounded more like "thank you" from the creature. When the arms were done ripping the akuma apart, the boys arms launched him over to the next one and slashed it to pieces with his claws.
The masked man however had stopped when the red and black orb had bitten his ear to show him the boy who's arm's were ripping apart akuma after akuma. For a minute the man just watche until his blood lust kicked in again.
"Well Tikal, it seems we found a new exorcist." He laughed and began joining the boy in the blood bath.
By the time the two were done slaughtering akuma the entire area where they fought had become caked with black blood and the fallen bodies of akuma. For a minute the boy's scarred face formed into what looked like an insane smile that the man in the mask instantly warmed up to. That was until he fell forward. With a look of question the masked man used the toe of his boat to check if the boy was still alive. He was pleased to see that he was only sleeping. So without even a grunt he lifted the boy up onto his shoulder.
"Geez he's lighter than air." The man muttered. Then Tikal popped out of his pocket and began to flutter next to the boy's sleeping head. The Tikal nudged the boy's head and the masked man noticed the boy's facial tattoo's and half bone face.
"His face is even more fucked up than mine." He laughed loudly, then began walking to an abandoned house. He kicked open the door, which in turn made it fly off it's hinges and into a wall, and placed the boy on a couch as he searched for food. The boy began to wake up and the Tikal noticed this so it began to bother the masked man.
"Dammit what is you stupid golem?!" the man asked angrily then noticed the boy waking up. He walked over to him. At first the boy was confused on where he was, then noticed the looming figure of the masked man. The boy didn't say anything, he just stared at the man with his red eye. The man stared back. Soon the two were engaged in a silent starring contest. However after a while the boy's eye started look away, and for his prize for losing he was smacked on the side of the head from the masked man.
"You're weak. You can't even stare down someone. How did you possibly defeat that many level 1 akuma, yet not be able to stare down anyone." The man lectured angrily. The boy could only sit back and stare silently at the floor. For what he learned from experience, when you don't talk nothing bad happens. That motto however didn't work this time.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Answer when someone stronger than you is talking!" The man said yelled. So the boy looked at the man, however his breath hitched. The man had taken off his mask and face was almost as gruesome as the boys. He had tattoo's on his face that covered over his nose and large red/yellow earings, and spiked hair. However the scariest thing about him were his eyes and teeth. The man had each individual teeth sharpened to a point, while his eyes were just large pools of white.
"Hey are you even awake!" The man yelled which got the boy's attention. "Good. My name is Winters Socalo blah blah blah, you're an accommodator of innocence what the hell's your name boy?" Winter's Socalo asked harshly. At first the boy was about to response, but then realized he never had a name so he just shook his head.
"Do you have any family? Friends? Associates?" Socalo asked while the boy only nodded no.
At this Winters seemed to understand because he sat down next to the boy.
"You're just like me." He mused. "No name, family, or friends. Just you against the world." Then he began to grin viciously. "This just mean's I get to train a student all my ways without any source of moral code." At this the boy looked confused so eh cocked his head to the side. Socalo just smiled some more.
"And if you're going to be my apprentice then you're going to have to have a name." Socalo said to himself. He began to think for a moment before Tikal thumped him on the back of his head and used his tail to indicate the skull tattoo on the boy's face. Socalo got the message.
"You're name shall be Segador. Which is Spanish for-" Socalo started but was interrupted by the newly christened Segador.
"Reaper." Segador said in rough English. At this Socalo was a bit surpised, but only a bit.
"Well it seems you can speak." He said. "Well how do you feel about your new name?" He asked.
"Appropriate." Segador stated.
"Good." Socalo said. "Then hence forth you shall be my apprentice. Segador Socalo." Socalo announced. For the first time Segador felt like he belonged and felt happy. However he didn't how horrible it would be to be Winter Socalo's apprentice.