From the strange mind that brought y'all Bleached Armageddon, Love Lies Bleeding and Savin' Me comes …
Daddy's Little Girl
Chapter One: It's too late for me
(A/N: And, please read the whole chapter and the author's note at the end)
The President relinquished control of the United States of America at 10:20 AM, central time. By that time, the Army, Navy, National Guard and Air Force had been taken. Three hours later, all communication between the US and other countries had been cut off. All international travel in and out of the States had been stopped. By 3:05, local communication was down. Panic gripped the populous, who were hearing rumours ranging from a terrorist attack to sunspots.
Aya Kaine was a high school senior at the time, and on the swim team. That day was supposed to have practice, but due to the madness it was canceled. Aya made her way home carefully, avoiding panicking people. She didn't do well with frightened people; she didn't do well with fear. Fear was an unpleasantry she had been taught to despise. But when she got home, fear was there, a coiling serpent in Aya's stomach. She turned to her mother, the powerful, vocal Marian Kaine. The powerful Marian who was pacing, pale and panicked.
"Mom-"
Marian hugged Aya tightly.
"I love you. Tell your father I love him too, if you ever see him again," she murmured softly.
"What do you mean?" Aya asked.
"Something's happening. Something bad. Never mention your family to anyone. Trust no one," she told Aya seriously, sounding an awful lot like the deceased Rhea Kaine, who saw premonitions.
"What's going on-"
"I love you," Marian repeated, as if that very fact was very very important.
These were the last words she spoke before she walked outside into the mob, grabbed a gun someone was waving around and shot herself.
Marian Kaine was the first death. She would not be the last.
Marian Kaine was also a very powerful psychic.
Thousands of miles away, the leader of the Akatsuki Pein felt his ex-wife's death.
At five PM, a silver haired man with warm brown eyes and glasses came on national TV, announcing that the United States Government has been dissolved and replaced with a different system. He told everyone to be calm, smiling at them softly.
Soon after, the people rioted. The United States roiled. Aya witnessed many of the major acts watching her television. Her aunt Cecilia, who worked in the Pentagon, made a stand with a group of protesters and was shot by the silver haired man with the warm smile. Aya, completely numb, memorized the man's face.
She fell asleep on the couch.
The next morning, everything was calm again.
The news casters were chipper, talking about what they usually talk about, dressed up poodles in Central Park and some scandalous thing Miley Cyrus did. Aya felt sickened and numb as she dressed for school.
At school, everything seemed normal. Painfully so. Except for two things.
Perhaps one eighth of the student body had a look of confusion and terror on their faces.
The rest of the school loved the new government with an almost zombie-like fervor.
School passed. At lunch, buckets passed around, confiscating all music playing devices. IPods, mp3 players, CD players, cell phones were all taken. There was not as much defiance as Aya expected (hoped). One boy, a kid she kinda knew, stood up and refused to let the administrators take his tunes.
"Down with the system!" he screamed as two police officers dragged him off.
He never came back.
Oddly enough, a lot of people vanished. No one talked about it loudly, but some of those who were more awake than others noticed less people on the streets, less homeless, every once in a while someone would mention that their unemployed parent/sibling/friend had been 'taken off'. Crime dropped drastically. Aya hid the fact that her mother was dead, forging signatures when needed. She didn't want to think about what would happen if someone up there would find out about her state of parentlessness. Anyways, she'd be eighteen in a few months, so it wouldn't matter.
All students were given what looked like iPhones (only without music) for communication. Communication was strictly controlled though, so Aya didn't even bother. She buried herself in her studies and training for the swim team. She had already chosen to go into the medical field anyways, so preparing for her future buried her in enough studies to wash all the madness around her out in a haze of muscle structure and combining forms. As long as Aya didn't think about what was happening, she'd be okay.
However, as much as many try, politics cannot be blindly ignored forever.
The army needed their ranks bolstered. Aya didn't pay attention to the recruiters, until one came into the school pool during practice.
The recruiter looked… rather odd. He was tall enough, with an extra head hanging behind the one that leered at the swim team. Aya could have sworn that either this person had a medical condition that made his mouth darker than the rest of him or he wore makeup. It was definitely a he though… grossly so in Aya's opinion. But the head of the team, Rachel Mines, was quiet and respectful around him. Her parents were in with the new government due to their money and interests, and if Rachel was being nice, it was a good idea for Aya to be nice as well. The rest of the swim team seemed to be reserved and polite as well.
"We're here to enforce the draft~" the man announced to the swim team in a grating voice.
"Draft…" whispers and murmurs fluttered down the metal bench the team sat on.
"We want your names, addresses and a blood sample would be… peachy keen," the man added cheerfully, passing around some plastic sets that had little needles in them for blood samples. Why did they need blood samples? Aya shuddered slightly.
"You dumbass," the other head grumbled.
"I like peachy keen!" the first head defended.
Aya ignored him (them) a cold panic in her chest. Even before all the madness with the government, she was seriously opposed to joining the army. After some listening in, Aya found all the people on athletic teams were being funneled into the army.
No one came back. Just like the boy never came back. Just like the homeless people and the criminals never came back.
Aya ran into the public library after practice, as she usually did, shaking lightly. There were posters advertising the army plastered on the walls, right next to the posters encouraging people to read. Aya glared at the posters, and sat down with an anatomy textbook.
"Hey," a librarian named Miss Lambs remarked, walking over by Aya.
"Hi," Aya replied, staring at a muscle chart.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Miss Lambs was one of the few people who knew Aya's family was gone, and picked up a sort of mother complex.
"I'm being drafted," Aya replied. More like shafted, she added in her mind, thinking back on the creepy looks of the representatives.
"Oh," Miss Lambs sighed softly. "Well, you could join the Medical Corps,"
"The what?" Aya blinked.
"It's a group of exceptional doctors who stay in the states and handle... well, you know, home business," Miss Lambs seemed to shrug. "You need to be recommended, but I can do that,"
"Really?" Aya's eyes lit up. For once, something was going her way!
"Of course I can," Miss Lambs smiled warmly at Aya. "I'll work on the paperwork tomorrow,"
"Okay," Aya nodded, turning back to her book.
That evening she used some money left over from her mother to buy some food, and sat in the living room of her eerily quiet house, watching TV. She could still pay the bills because of her mother an aunt's government jobs, but was still rather nervous about money. A logical solution to this would be employment, but suddenly employers weren't employing anyone less than twenty five years of age.
Curling up in a ball on the couch, Aya wished she had her trusty ole' mp3 player (Apple products annoyed her) she hummed instead, a soft melody she remembered from her choir class back in middle school. Feeling better, Aya walked over her to her bathroom in order to take a shower. Upon upending the body wash she found it empty. Annoyed, she reached behind the shower curtain blindly, and felt for the smooth plastic cap of her next bottle. The cap she felt was glass though, causing Aya to pull it out slowly.
It was a bottle of body oil, cinnamon and vanilla scented. The bottle was from Aya's father, who would send a bottle over once a year, along with some other things.
In all the madness, Aya had forgotten she even had a father.
"He doesn't know," Aya murmured, opening the cap carefully. Once when she was six she'd dropped a bottle trying to smell it. Aya's mother was furious, and the bathroom smelled like vanilla and cinnamon for months.
The scent reminded Aya of her trips to Japan, few but memorable. She remembered showing her father a medal she won in swimming when she was little, and the look of curious fascination her father gave it. Shinobi don't need medals. Their award is living another day.
Aya smiled softly at the memory.
"One day, I'll get out of here," she murmured softly, pouring some oil on her hand and smoothing it across her skin. She watched the water bead on her arm with interest.
"Someday,"
The next day she received paperwork to join the Medical Corps. Apparently, Aya had to do a huge dance of paperwork to get in, ask for recommendations, write essays, perform exams and drain a large amount of money into her goals. But, she was starting to hear about things those in the Medical corps were doing. They were researching, providing cures and living well. All of them were fairly high up in the government, high up in The System.
Three weeks after graduation Aya received her acceptance letter. Ecstatic, Aya called Miss Lambs. The librarian was very happy for Aya, but there was a tense overtone in her voice. Aya didn't think much of it until she heard that Miss Lambs was arrested for espionage.
Aya remembered her mother's last words as she watched Miss Lambs get carried off in handcuffs.
"Trust no one,"
Line break goes here dahlings.
Inuyoshie's after the chapter special
So yeah. This is Daddy's Little Girl; also know n as the Aya story. The name Aya was stolen from my best friend, who uses that name often.
This is a Naruto fic, if you didn't guess. It is also a D. Gray Man crossover. The reason I am not putting it in the crossover section yet is because the D. Gray man elements have not entered yet. I am writing it so that people who do not watch D. Gray Man will still understand it, because my friends mostly don't watch D. Gray Man. Also, crossovers get little to no traffic, because deep down inside Inuyoshie is an attention whore.
Kabuto using a gun will be explained later. I know I got rawred at about that by the friend whom I stole Aya (the name) from. He doesn't shoot people often, and guns are a running theme.
This story has lots of themes. Madness is one of them… trust; control… paranoia, there's some of that. And coffee. And romance. For I cannot write a story without some freaking romance in it! Yus.
Each chapter will be named after a song. This one is from 'Chase the Morning from Repo: A Genetic Opera The title comes from 'What Chance Has a 17 Year Old Girl?/ 17' from the same movie
Daddy's girl's a fucking monster~
Yeah… Aya and Shiloh don't have that much in common… well, their moms are dead and their dads are weird…
Ay… I cannot think of much else to say about this, except please review, and thank you for reading!