I DO NOT OWN D. GRAY-MAN! Although that would be neat-o. This is just a small fanfic I made. So...yeah. I do, however, own the two characters Cloud and Feral. MINE! Bye~.
Chapter One: Fate. Plans.
It was more of a ghost town than a town that could be inhabited by humans. The streets and buildings were more or less intact, but the place itself let off a peculiar aura. The dark cobble stone roads and close buildings almost seemed to be breathing, speaking in whispers, their voices hiding in the mist.
Kanda walked into the eerie place with an apathetic stare. However, Allen and Lena Lee were huddled together, jumping at every little sound. Kanda tried to ignore them as they descended deeper into the misty village.
The Black Order received information about survivors of the old experiments that used to take place. Apparently they had all banded together, having lost their faith in the Order and in God, and lived now in an abandoned village where no one would disturb them. How they found this place, and how they receive food and other necessities is unknown. The Oder only concentrates on one thing. Possible exorcists.
"Would you quite shaking Moyashi? Help me find the Tavern." Kanda said irritably.
"My name is Allen." Allen scowled. However, the two ignored him and kept close together, just waiting for something to pop out. The buildings were becoming closer together the deeper they went. There were no longer any alleyways to escape from, only the sinister avenues and ominous edifices like towers.
"I hear voices…" Lena Lee whispered.
"It's the wind. This place is old." Allen tried to reassure her.
"No, I mean I can hear voices! And music!" Lena Lee pointed to one of the far buildings, across what seemed like a train station. There was a dim light coming from the windows. As soon as Kanda's and Allen's attention was directed to it, they too heard the soft murmur of laughter and music. Kanda smiled and walked toward the building at a brisk pace. Allen and Lena Lee were quick to follow.
"Wait, Kanda, don't do anything-" But Allen was too late. Kanda kicked the door open and stood in the entrance. He looked into the mash of people before him, as they all stared at him in alarm and incredulity. The music had stopped and the voices had quieted. All attention was on the three strangers at the door, dressed in black. The Tavern people were all dressed mostly in rags, Allen noted. They looked to be poor, and some were a little disfigured. He felt a little ashamed for barging in here, coming to ask aid of people who hated the Order. But they needed help.
One man stood up. He had half his face melted away, and was wearing only a tattered shirt and pants. Allen and Lena Lee grimaced, but Kanda only returned the glare he was receiving.
The man spat to the side. "Order scum." He said. Everyone else immediately erupted into glares and snarls. "This ain't no place fer you!"
Kanda stepped in. "Who here is compatible with innocence?"
The response he got was an empty beer bottle hurtled his way. It crashed into his face, the little remnants flying across him to lightly hit Lena Lee and Allen. They shied away from the shards, a natural human reaction.
"Git out! No one here can use that stuff!" A woman screamed. The others pitched in, screaming insults and cuss words. Kanda was losing his patients, especially since he had been hit with the bottle.
"Damn peasants." He pulled out Mugen and was more than ready to strike down the first person who came near him.
"Kanda wait!" Lena Lee pleaded. Allen was already grabbing onto his arm, trying to stop him, while the crowd was in no way helping the situation.
Just then, a door could be heard opening. Someone came flying off the balcony, and landed on a nearby table, standing tall and looking stern.
"Enough!" The stranger called. Everything went silent.
~X~
When you first saw her, you would think she was ugly. Many people wouldn't be able to see that feral beauty about her. She was a fighter, and looking almost nothing like a lady. She was strong, skilled, caring, and more or less indifferent. Regardless…her elegance shown through.
She had short white hair that fell slightly past her ears. It was untamed and straight, flowing with her movements. Her light azure eye did not reflect her age, as most did. They were deep with knowledge, and old with experience. Her body was lean and fit, a muscle protruding into view every now and then. While it was evident that she was no lady, but still lady-like in her own way, the scars of time were also manifested on her body.
Her left arm was gone. The scar stretched across her back and shoulder, going over her left eye, half blinding her. There was another gash next to the scars of the missing arm, as if to complete the marring. There were other smaller scars, including one on the lower part of her right back, which looked like how a prisoner would measure time in his cell. Her right ear was missing a section, a small triangle from the swing of a blade. There was a cut across her right shoulder. Down her arm were numerous smaller cuts, along with a pinkish-red X at the bend of her arm. Her hand, had been burned it appeared. It spanned along the top of her hand, from the curve of her fingers to the far back of her wrist. The darker part of the scar took that form of a flame, oddly ironic. On the right side of her torso was a deep X shaped slash. There was another slash below it, just on her hip. On the left side was a deep and rather painful looking bullet wound.
Her waist and legs weren't as bad off. She had one large gash and burn on her left leg, another side effect of losing her arm. There were scars where bullets had grazed her, smaller cuts, and a large wound on her right leg where a sword had impaled her. It spanned across her knee, and reminded her of lightning. Most of her scars were old, running from childhoods past. Now that she was stronger, the scars she received came of protecting. She was not a savior. But she was a protector.
She looked most like everyone else in the Tavern. She wore an old red tank top. Her blue jeans were so faded and filled with tears and holes; they didn't seem fit to be jeans anymore. She didn't even have shoes.
Cloud could hear the rumbling of a fight coming from the Tavern below. She knew the sound of an oncoming fight well. She sighed, rubbing her temples in exasperation. There was always something wrong. Always something happening that gave her another scar somewhere, or another metal wound to add to her collection. She grimaced at the thought. She hated it. Being the way that she was the life that she lived. But it was the only life she knew, and as much as it pained her, she wouldn't have it any other way. She was a fighter.
She looked to her friend Feral. He was a lean black cat, with white paws and a sharp tail. He had white around his eyes and two white lines below his eyes. He had a white mark on his forehead that looked much like a hooked question mark with a squiggly tail, a got in the middle, and three lines coming form the curve like slashes. He had one shimmering golden eye, and one dark red eye, reminding Cloud of blood. He smiled at her, that kind of knowing smile cats made.
"Trouble below?" He asked her.
"There's always trouble below." Cloud mumbled to him. She leaned back in her wooden chair, throwing her pen back onto the desk. Her room was bare except for the desk. She didn't like sleeping inside, she felt cramped. A small candle was her only light. She blew it out, and opened the door that led out into the Tavern. She looked down from the balcony, into the angry mob of people that was forming. Cloud saw what the commotion was. Exorcist. She saw a young girl with short black hair, she looked Chinese. There was a Japanese man next to her, also with long black hair in a pony tail. And then there was…
"The past really is a ghost on your shoulder." Feral noted as he jumped onto Clouds shoulder, and nuzzled her cheek affectionately, as if to calm her.
"You're the only one on my shoulder." Cloud scoffed.
"You're still going down?"
"It's either that or watch them kill each other."
"Good point."
Reluctantly, Cloud swung over the beam, and landed with a loud thud onto one of the Tavern tables.
"Enough!" She screamed into the crowd. Everyone went silent, and all eyes were on her. Cloud looked at the exorcists, not with a glare, but with a cold stare none the less. She locked eyes with all of them, only spared a brief glance for Allen. She saw, though, the way he looked at her like seeing an old friend that had been gone for years.
"You should know better." Cloud said calmly to the Japanese man. He yanked his arm away from Allen, and glared at Cloud with a snarl on his lip.
"We are-"
"I know what you're here for." Cloud interrupted him. "And I'm saying it's foolish. Besides, no one here can use innocence."
"Really?" The girl asked, almost hoping for a "Well actually…"
"No." Cloud said sternly. The girls head fell.
"Then maybe someone could help us by becoming a finder?" Allen's voice chipped in. All eyes moved slowly toward the ignorant youth that had spoken. He shrunk a little at the cold gaze. "Listen." He pleaded. "We're loosing this battle. Badly. We need help, or the world will be destroyed again. Please." He begged.
Another bottle came flying threw the air, this time aiming for Allen. But this time, Cloud grabbed the bottles, without turning around, and let it fall to the floor.
"Enough." She spoke again. "There's no need for such things. They are doing you no harm, nor are they threatening. They are simply talking. You can't hurt people for speaking." Cloud said to the crowd without turning to them. She looked back to the exorcists. "You will leave now." She spoke softly.
"But-" Lena Lee tried.
"Leave. Now." Cloud said more sternly. She jumped off the table and followed them out the door, closing the Tavern door behind her. Feral was at her feet, mewling and rubbing against her leg. He was good at playing a normal cat.
"Go to the village north of here." Cloud said. The exorcists looked to her, surprised. "You should find someone willing to help there. They praise the Order."
"Thank you!" Lena Lee chirped. She ran up and shook Clouds hand, a joyful expression on her face. "Thank you so much!"
Cloud remained apathetic. "Your welcome."
"My name is Lena Lee Lee." Lena Lee said after calming down. It's nice to meet you. These are my comrades, Yu Kanda, and Allen Walker."
Kanda grumbled, crossing his arms in annoyance. It was obvious since there was nothing of use here, he wanted to be elsewhere.
"He's charming." Feral chuckled at her feet.
"I concur." Cloud responded. "I'm Cloud."
Allen stepped forward, almost shyly. "Have we…met somewhere? You seem familiar…"
"No." Cloud said almost hastily. "You should leave now, before things get worse then before. No one here likes the Order, as you know. Go to the village, I doubt if there's people who can use innocence there, but you may find someone willing to be a finder if you want."
"Okay…Thank you again for your help. Um…" Lena Lee said.
"I'm not particular towards the Order either. But I avoid unnecessary blood. Go." Cloud said, almost sensing what Lena Lee was going to ask.
Lena Lee bowed, as did Allen, seeing there was nothing left to do. Kanda merely grunted and walked off, down the road. The two left behind were quick to run after him, shouting insults after him.
"He seems happy." Feral jumped onto Clouds shoulder, comforting her again.
Cloud lifted her hand and scratched his neck, right where he liked it. He purred to her touch, moving against it. She said nothing.
~X~
"Come fly little bird, come fly with me…Come fly, little bird, fly away with me…Come sing little bird, come sing with me…Come sing, little bird, come sing your misery…"
Little Allen cuddled closer into the arms that held him. His eyes were closed as he listened to the short lullaby, one that had just been a spontaneous blurt of words, but came out beautiful and comforting none the less. He felt himself coming closer and closer to sleep, as he concentrated on the arms that held him, and warmth they brought. 'I love you sis.' He thought. He wondered if she could hear him.
Allen woke when he felt his head hit something. The train had lurched and his head hit the window frame, causing him to wake from his nice dream. He rubbed the bump that was forming.
"Ow~…" He moaned.
"Che." Kanda scoffed from the other seat. He was the only one who hadn't fallen asleep. Lena Lee still leaned against Allen, a soft smile on her face. "Stupid Moyashi."
"My name is Allen…" He mumbled as he continued to rub his head. He thought to the dream he had. Sis…? He thought. I don't have a sister. But then again he didn't really know. His first memories were all blanks. He actually knew nothing of his real family, whether he had a mother or a father, whether they were divorced or together, or if he had a sister for that matter. Was his dream trying to tell him he had family he didn't know about? He shook his head and chuckled. That was ridiculous.
"What's so funny Moyashi?" Kanda asked.
Allen looked up from his daydreaming. "Nothing, just thinking about my dream."
"Get your head out of the clouds."
Cloud… He suddenly thought. He looked up at Kanda.
"Do you remember Cloud? From the abandoned village we went to?"
"It only happened a few hours ago, of course I remember." Kanda snapped.
Allen put his elbows on his lap, and propped his head on his hands. He looked out the window with a thoughtful gaze, almost like he wasn't there anymore; his mind was floating somewhere else. "She looked so familiar…"
"She said she didn't know you." Kanda said.
"I know, but…Still. I just felt like I knew her somehow."
Kanda leaned back o his seat, closing his eyes. He didn't seem annoyed, only tired. "Whatever. She was pretty beaten up. I'd say she's seen her fair share of death and has had enough of it. That's probably why she lives in that village now, retired."
"Maybe she was one of the survivors too."
"Maybe."
~X~
Cloud grabbed the boys head and curled her fingers around his hair. She used his own hair to pull him down onto her knee, hitting him hard three times in the face. The third time she extended her leg to send him flying across the field. The second guy came at her, screaming with his fist ready. She quickly swept to the side, spun around and kicked him in the back. The third one came at her from behind and punched her hard in the back of the neck. She stumbled, and fell unto a waiting foot of the guy she had kicked. She grabbed him by the ankle and used her leg to push, breaking his leg. He screamed bloody murder, and Cloud knew he was done for the day.
But the other two were on her, trying to avenge their comrade. She hit one in the face with her elbow as he tried to come at her from behind, and the other with the bottom of her foot. She twirled around and grabbed one boy quickly. She took both his wrists in one hand, tricky but she accomplished it, and put her foot in the middle of his back.
"If I push hard enough…" Cloud spoke softly. "Both your arms will break."
"No don't!" The one who was still standing shrieked. "We'll leave! Please, let go!"
Cloud complied, picking up the boy with the broken leg and tossing him beside his friends. "Leave then. Don't forget why this happened to you maggots in the first place. Next time, I'll cripple you."
Cloud turned away in disgust as the boys fled. They had come to try and steal food from the poor, maybe even a good looking girl. It sickened Cloud to no end. Feral slipped from his hiding place in the shadows to trot gracefully by her side.
"What filth." He spoke.
"We're no different really. Just two odd kinds of filth." Cloud smiled at Feral, her dearest friend. "That was some nice cowering you did back there."
"You think I would get my nails dirty over them? I think not child. That's mundane work." He smirked.
"Mundane, hm…" Cloud said thoughtfully.
Yes I put in my own characters. Don't hurt me~! (hides in a carbboard box) I'm a fragile and delicate flower! Reveiw please~!