Beautiful Bright
Disclaimer: D. Gray-man does not belong to me…
Komui sometimes marvels at how beautifully bright all of the exorcists are. Not just the exorcists, almost all of the members of the Black Order glowed in their own way, but the exorcists have always been brighter than the glow of normal humans. They didn't glow, they shined. He treasured each of them for their brilliance, the mind-numbing brilliance that had attracted him, and everyone else of the Order, to them.
Allen was like the sun, always bright, even when clouds of disaster threatened to block out the sky. His warmth and friendly attitude seemed to be able to brighten everyone's mood. (except maybe Kanda) Gentle warm light that, sometimes, became scorching heat under the burden of the young boy's past, curse, devotion.
Kanda was colder, more distant, like the moon, outshining the stars, but inspiring feelings of harsh reality and pain that Allen, the sun, could not. Like the moon, he wasn't as constant as the sun in its blinding light, but predictable, somewhat easy to understand. Cold, distant, easily accessed at wartime, yet, when confronted about his personal life, hard to reach, like the new moon.
His lovely, beloved little sister Linali, who was like a star, a mixture of exuberance and the misery of a young girl who had seen too much in her short lifetime. Her warm character drew people in, yet somehow saddened others, inspired protective feelings in their hearts.
Lavi was a comet, who's beauty and brilliance lured people in, made them want to laugh, and see the miracles hidden in the bookman's life. A comet that at first appeared to be marvelous, cheerful and mischievous. A comet that, with close observation showed to be burning away, destroying himself with the conflict of choosing to fight for his friends or to remain in the role of the apprentice bookman; cold, distant, watching all, but helping none.
Komui cherishes all of their qualities, and knows that he is not worthy to stay with these chosen of God, these sources of light that illuminates his dark existence. How can he be, when he sends them mission after mission, each more perilous, more harmful than the last? He wonders how many he has sent to their deaths, then wonders why he even bothers counting. The war is far from over, after all, and he will continue to send those lights into darkness, until the war is over or they're beacons are extinguished.
Komui knows he is unworthy, a sinner, a murderer, but hopes that maybe, just maybe, the lights of those he is drawn to the most, will be spared from the darkness that engulfs the world.
Fin
A/N: 13th: Well? How was it? How was it? My first fanfic! WHEE!
Furachi: YOUR first fanfic? Who was the one who did all the work. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND HEAVENLY BODIES THAT ALL SHED LIGHT?!?! (to readers) I know that we missed Crowley and Miranda, but they're too difficult to write…..
Since this is our first posting, we had "issues" posting this up, so excuse me if this fic seems sloppy… please, if you do review, no flames, constructive criticism is welcomed though.