It's my first drabble! Yay~!

*Happy dance*

Okay, it's just as the summary says, and I honestly thought someone should write some of this. Who were Eliade and Chomosuke before they became akuma.

Any who!

I do not D. Gray-Man. I want an Allen plushie for Christmas, but that also probably won't happen.

It was all her fault.

Marie was positive that it was all her fault.

If maybe she had spent more time with her little sister, if she listened to what she had said, maybe known of this could have happened.

Eliade from the beginning had been different. She stood out like a sore thumb from the rest of the family. Her blue eyes and chestnut hair made an adorable little bundle. At only at about fifteen, she was quite interested in cosmetics, and wanted to have the boys of the small little town drooling after her.

Marie on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with looks. She spent most her time reading a book in the library, and to her dismay, her hourglass figure made her a sought after target for the boys.

Eliade couldn't stand having her sister have all the attention. She didn't understand.

The thing was, Eliade tried too hard. She was a bit homely, and with all the makeup she put on, she looked like a clown. Marie was maybe eighteen, and never put on makeup, and she giggled when she found Eliade piling the powders on. But Eliade was angry about how Marie didn't even try, and she somehow attained all the boys' hearts.

"Marie, why don't you try it just once? It won't hurt you," she pleaded as they walked out of a book store. She had wanted to see her sister in a beautiful and lavish dress, with her hair done in curls. Their parents gave Eliade all she wanted, but knew Marie was content with her books. They offered to buy her some of the nice dresses Eliade had been gifted with, but she didn't want any.

"That's quite alright, Eliade, I'm fine with just reading and having you for my sister." She gave her a small smile. She was quite shy after all, and sometimes she thought it would be nice to get out of the drab brown dress she regularly wore, but she didn't want to be too much trouble. And if she ended up looking better than Eliade…. Well….

"You just know that you'll look better than me! You treat me like I'm five!" The anger and frustration that been building up had reached its climax. Her sister didn't even try, and she was still the most beautiful girl in town. "I hate you!"

"Eliade! Wait!" Marie tried to reach out and grab her sisters arm, but it was too late, her sister was running into the street, as fast as her stocky legs could carry her.

And right into the path of an oncoming carriage.

Marie could barely run in time as she watched with horror as her sister was taken from her.

She sobbed in front of the disfigured body of her little sister disguised by a wooden coffin. All the other attenders to the funeral had left and were standing outside the cathedral, consoling the two sisters' parents. It was all her fault. The last words her sister ever said ran through her mind.

"I HATE YOU!"

It burned her mind to think that was the last thing that had been passed between them. Her sister's unruly brown curls, her piercing blue eyes that had been with an ice cold feeling of resentment, her chubby cheeks and plump mouth pulled into a painful frown; it all scorched her heart. She couldn't believe that she was the cause of her own dear little sister's death.

But she was.

"Why hello~" A cheery voice called from behind her. Marie turned and gave a cry a shock and fright.

A strange creature stood in front of her, decked in yellow evening wear, with an odd purple umbrella with a…. pumpkin on it. An ornate top hat stood on top of strange ears, small glasses, and the most eerie smile that she had ever seen. Marie slowly took a step back, and then another, and the man stepped toward her.

"Now, now~! There's no reason to be frightened, darling Marie!" She continued to back away slowly.

"H-How do you know m-my name?" She said, her eyes wide as she backed into the altar where the casket lay, startling her. Who was this man? How did he know her name? Was he a friend of her parents? Why was he here?

"Oh dear, that's beside the point! But I see that you've…. Lost some one important." He calmly said it, as if there wasn't a dead body lying by them. Marie cast a glance behind her to see the body of her sister, in all its twisted glory. She didn't feel fear as the pain in her heart took hold once again.

"Yes… My little sister… Eliade…" She couldn't stop the tears from rolling silently down her cheeks.

"Well, what if I told you that she could come back?" He said almost too cheerily. This was a precarious job, you had to hit with the hammer just right on the head of the nail to get the job done, and the right words must be said for a trap to be set. But her head snapped up. This was going all according to plan.

There was a chance to bring her back? Her dear little sister, alive and well?

It was too good to be true.

"Tell me how! Now! Please! I beg of you! Tell me!" She knelt on the ground, clasping her hands together, her eyes pleading.

Well, this was even easier than he expected.

"All you must do is say her name, and your little sister will have a brand new body!" A strange metallic skeleton rose from the floor, "I can't do it, but since you two share a special bond…" He looked at her, his yellow eyes glowing in delight, "It should be easy for you."

She nodded.

Game, set, and match.

"I just say her name? And that's it?" He nodded. "Eliade….." She whipered at first, then grew louder. "ELIADE!"

A blinding light sprang from the skeleton, illuminating the dark room. A fancy cursive conjured out of no where and labeled the skeleton 'Eliade'.

"Ma-Marie!" Her voice was muffled, and sounded as if it had spoken into a long metal hallway, but Marie recognized it immediately.

"Eliade! You are alive!" She ran to the skeleton her joy overwhelming her. "We can go back to how things were! We can happily ever after with mama and papa, just like in the stories and-"

"YOU IDIOT!" Eliade's voice echoed from the skeleton. "How could you do this to me! I'm an akuma!"

"Wha-?" Marie was confused. Akuma weren't real, all the books had said so… The strange man patted her on the shoulder.

"Fantastic Eliade. As your master, I command you to kill your sister and wear her skin as your own." His voice oozed with cruelty. No! What was going on?

"Ngh… Ungh! M-Marie!" Eliade's 'body' moved away from its stand, looming closer to her sister. "I'm sorry! I don't hate you!"

And as Eliade dealt a blow to Marie's head, the two sisters for the first and the last time of their lives thought the same thing.

'Please just let this be a nightmare.'

Eliade slowly inched in. She knew the moment the wound was sewn back up she would have no recollection of who she was before she was an akuma, but what mattered was serving the master.

"Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~" He sang rocking back and forward on his heels.

"Earl, why do you sing that?" She asked, still squeezing in to the hourglass frame.

"Eh? Because it's your birthday my precious Eliade~!" He said as if it were obvious.

She rolled her eyes and continued to work her way in.

'Good-bye Marie. I'm sorry. I don't hate you.'

"Happy birthday dear Eliade…."

'I'll make you the prettiest girl ever. I love you.'

Well, that was certainly... depressing.

Any ways, I need to know if I should continue this or not, so tell me what you think :D

Also... I know how odd that sounded. Making Eliade fat and all, but technically it wasn't her body to begin with, so I thought of some crazy reason why she would be so vain as an akuma, and BOOM! Self-esteem issues.

Hope y'all liked it ^^