Yooo! Wassup, e'erbody? What's this, another story? Shouldn't I be working on 'First'? Yes, I should. Bad, Lena! Bad! But I had this for awhile too and with new inspiration I finished writing up this chapter. Trying something other than Yullen this time, hope it turned out okay. Bah who cares? The plot is sorta based on this awesome music game called Deemo, y'all should try it out.
Disclaimer: I own neither D. Gray man nor Deemo
On with the chappie!~
The Musician's Room
Chapter 1, The Falling Girl
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He sat there at the white, grand piano in the center of the room, a young boy with snow-white hair. He was always there, always playing his music at the piano, in this room. He did not know where this place was, he just knew that he had always been here, or at least, as far as he could remember.
He knew he was Allen Walker, and he knew he was the "fourteenth", but he did not know why he was here.
The room was decorated in a gentle white, the walls, the floor, his piano. Way up at the top of the room, where the ceiling lay, there was a single window, which provided all the light in his room. He had tried time and time again to build his way up to the tall ceiling, but time and time again he could never reach it. So he was stuck here.
But it wasn't that bad. The room itself was very amiable, he had enough space to be comfortable while still cozy, he had a nice bed, lots of enjoyable books, and of course, his beloved piano.
He also had the golden golem Tmcampy to keep him company. So despite the apparent confinement, he was content.
Every day, he would read some of the many books from the shelves that lined his walls, or he would tend to the little potted plant that never budded which lay on top of his piano. But most of the time, he would just play music.
On the floor, around the piano, littered various music scores, all written in circular staffs with little symbols adorning them. All the books he had were written in this same special language. He knew that it differed from what was supposed to be, yet he could read it as if it were second nature for him. He would wonder about his origins, on how he came to be.
Sometimes though, despite his content conditions, he would feel a bit sad. What was his purpose? Why was he here? Though Timcampy kept him company, being a golem, he still couldn't speak to him. He wished for there to be someone else here, someone he could talk to. A friend, perhaps. And perhaps, they could find a way to leave this place. Maybe then they could explore the great cities, the forests, the mountains and all the other beautiful lands he had read about from his books.
But alas, that was just not possible for him, and that left Allen Walker very lonely.
It was just another day for Allen, waking up, watering his plant, read some books, and then eat some breakfast. Timcampy was the one who always had the food, where he got it, Allen did not know. Not that he was complaining. If he ever wanted some food or water, he would ask Timcampy, who would then expand from his baseball size to that of a beanbag, and then open up its mouth with all its pointy teeth and ta-da~ His request would be there for him.
Perhaps that was Timcampy's purpose here, to take care of his needs. Great, even the golem had a purpose, while he had none. With a sigh, Allen continued to play his piano. It was always the same melody, the same nostalgia-inducing lullaby. It brought him solace, but sometimes, that wasn't enough and he would cry a little bit, yearning for the true company he wished for. But his golem's wordless comfort did help a bit.
So currently he was at the piano, in the middle of composing another small tune in his strange little language, when he thought he heard some thuds, but he shrugged it off. He continued playing through what he had so far, only the thudding grew a bit louder, but again he shrugged it off.
Except the sound kept getting louder and louder, seemed to be getting closer and closer, as if something was tumbling down a hill. Allen could no longer ignore the sound and halted his playing. He scratched his head, wondering what could be making such a noise, and looked up at the window on his ceiling.
Suddenly the window burst open and something fell from it, giving off a frightened cry as it fell. Despite his shock, Allen reflexively stood from the piano bench and jumped up to catch the falling object. As they both came to a landing on the ground with a double 'oof!', Allen gave a little groan in pain.
He opened his eyes with a small wince to see just what it was that fell from his window. Much to his surprise, what he held in his arms was not a something but a someone, and said someone wore a torn white dress and gave off one of her own groans. She slowly raised her head and made eye contact with her savior, Allen. Both were very confused with the situation, and neither said anything for a moment.
Allen was the first to break their silence.
"A girl...?" he spoke softly, more to himself than anything else.
The girl in his arms suddenly emitted a loud shriek (and right in his ear, mind you), causing Allen to start and throw the girl onto his bed as he scrambled backwards. The girl continued to scream in fright, and poor old Allen, having never encountered a situation anywhere nearly like this, had absolutely no clue what to do.
"U-um… Little girl, no need to be frightened…" he tried, as he carefully lay a hand on the girl's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting manner. Turned out it wasn't, since his hand immediately got slapped away and the girl continued to scream with her eyes shut tight. "Ah! I'm sorry! I, um, oh…"
Allen's eyes darted around the room, frantically searching for something to cheer the girl up. There was only one type of item in his room, really. He picked up one of his books. "Book? Reading is nice, right?"
Again it was slapped away. He searched his pockets, empty. He racked his brain for anything, and an idea popped up. He removed the red ribbon he used as a hair tie from his hair. "Ribbon? Girls like ribbons, for dress up, yeah?"
To the floor it went. In a final desperate attempt Allen grabbed Timcampy and stuck his hand into its mouth and withdrew a small sweet he usually always had on standby for snacking on. "Candy?!" he cried.
The girl stopped screaming, and a sigh of relief escaped Allen's mouth. The girl had stopped screaming once she realized there was no immediate harm coming her way, and she cracked her eyes open, first one, then two. She eyed the older boy in front of her warily, then to the sweet in his hand, then back to the boy. She carefully reached out her hand, and took the sweet from the boy.
Allen watched the girl scan her surroundings as she popped the sweet in her mouth. After a few more moments of silence the girl spoke.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice quiet. Allen gave her a soft smile.
"I am Allen Walker, and you?"
"Road Kamelot."
And scene!
Voilà! Chapter 1 of my first Allen x Road fic. I hope you enjoyed it. The chapters for this will probably be pretty short, I hope you guys don't mind.
Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read my fic, and please review if you could, it'd give me plenty of motivation.
ALSO! Before I forget, the DGM anime continuation is confirmed to be released in July! Wooo! Spread the word peoplez! XD
'Till next time,
Au Revoir!
