This is my first story so pardon me if there is any mistakes etc.
I do not own D. Gray Man.
Enjoy!
Barcelona
Tribute to Daisya Barry
Snow fell from the sky and covered the streets of Barcelona. I heard my footsteps on the icy cold ground. The streets were empty except for occasional drunkards being thrown out of pubs.
Hopeless, I thought. I never drank except on special occasions. And even when I do, I'll compose myself well.
I walked to the huge building in the middle of the city. Fancy building, that was what Daisya called it. We said to meet there then, but he never came. I shook my head and walked away.
A couple of streets away, I saw a few kids kicking a can around. Improvised football. They were impressive, but not as good as Daisya. He was a brilliant footballer. If he wasn't an exorcist, he would probably be a famous footballer somewhere else. Pity it was a dream he could never accomplish.
I never liked the sport. I thought it was stupid. But the way Daisya played it. It was magnificent. He showed me the beauty of the sport.
I saw a hooded figure in the distance. The food resembled Daisya's. I often wondered why he wore that. It made him looked like a kid. In fact, Daisya was pretty much like a kid. Always cracking jokes and playing pranks. Despite the fact that he was older than me, I often felt that I was older. It was annoying in a way, but it was part of my life that could not be replaced. Strange as it seems, Daisya was a good friend. One that I could never forget.
I stopped at a lamppost at the deserted part of the city. The snow was getting heavier. I looked up at the lamppost. The light was bright and blinding. The bloodstains on it was gone but the memories it carried remains. My heart was like a block of ice that wouldn't melt. I fought back my tears.
I stood there remembering the moment Marie and I found Daisya. He was hanging upside down, arms and legs chained, his malfunctioning golem still buzzing away. The first thing I thought was, which sicko did this? Daisya's eyes were closed and his lips curled into a small smile. It was painfully joyous.
Daisya once told me that he did things just to stay out of boredom. At least he wouldn't be bored anymore. I took out a white daisy from my pocket. I bent down and placed it on the snow-covered ground, right beneath the lamppost.
"Rest in peace, Daisya," I whispered softly and turned away.