I had this idea nearly a month ago (but I hadn't time to write that) while I was playing with Kingdom Hearts II (how I love that game! XD)... And sorry, but for "As a dream" you will wait for more time, because now I don't have really any will to write that... sorry! But it's my personality... After two or three weeks, I become tired of something and I change into something different! I'm hopeless, right? D:
Anyway, this is a strange, I advert you. If you don't want to get confused, then, click "return" and don't read it.
Good reading!!
Prologue1- Prophecy
On 21st march 1815, in Germany, thanks to a Finder in a mission, a tablet with a strange inscription was found. This object, made in marble, seemed to date back to the 678 b.c.
But the most strange thing, was the written on it. In the first time, the exorcists who studied it had thought of a mysterious poetry, but as years went by and other people took a look at it, they seemed to find a more reasonable answer in "prophecy". It was a prophecy, then... but what did it mean? If it was a poetry, the "meaning" wasn't very important, because a poetry could even be nonsense... so, they just abandoned that, deciding it wasn't important...
but how they were wrong...
Prolugue2- No title no plot two strange drops and words
If the sky would be a little more grey, someone could think that the afternoon was suddenly become a deep night. The thick clouds crowded one on another, crushing each other, blackening the firmament. It was blowing a gentle wind... a silently melody that predicted a storm, a tough one, a storm of the ones that raged for a few minutes, but destroying all what they encountered.
Giving a resigned gaze at the exterior, Allen decided today he would remain into his room without do nothing but read, or think. He loved the days when the sun lighted up the entire world, smiling, and so, he hated the days when the sky was sorrowfully crying, and not only for a practicality fact... but inside, he felt bad, memories drowned him into his stormy past, and he thought about thing he wanted to forget.
He sighed, lying on his bed, closing his eyes but not sleeping. In the last times, everything was just so fine for the exorcists... the Akuma were become a rare prey, and the Earl seemed to have finish his movements. But inside, Allen had an odd, awful feeling.
The calm before the storm, Lavi said that, right? The calm before the storm... it's just like when someone plays poker! All seems good because your opponents do nothing but take cards, and you are sure of winning. But if someone of them keeps smiling, even without do nothing... then, you will be anxious, because a suddenly silence coverts everything, and there we are, calm before the storm...
Actually, in those days, even if every mission had a successful ending, even if the exorcists suddenly increased, even if more and more less of them died... something was murmuring inside the wind, something dark and mysterious as the night, and awful like the claws that it concealed. It was a cemetery's silence, to say that simply, the silence before an earthquake, the silence before an explosion. A silence that entered inside you, it ate your bones and it nibbled your heart; a silence that oddly deafened the spirits. If you were alone in a shady corridor, you would cringe at every little sound you heard, but even if you were alone in a corridor lighted up by the sun, you would be scared, on those strange days...
"Allen, are you inside!? Can you come to help me, please!? Jerry did a disaster!!" Lenalee's voice sounded shrill on the outside storm.
A disaster...? "Ok!! Wait a minute!"
"I will wait you there..."
He got up, searching for his shoes and wearing them, mentally thanking Lenalee, who took him away from remembering his past, something, he would like to leave buried where it was.
He opened the door, smiling "What's happened? Som-"
But suddenly, his tongue seemed to fuse with his mouth, and he stopped talking, as his heart played his last note, leaving him to observe the... he remained strangely puzzled, delightfully still like a child frightened of darkness. He cringed, putting on his face an anxious... but no, maybe it wasn't even anxious, it was scared, because his eyes suddenly reflex that emotion. And he asked, to himself:
where is Lenalee? Because the girl wasn't outside the door, neither in the corridor, neither somewhere.
He was sure she was here when he was pulling the door's black handle, even when the entrance was opening; he was sure, because he hear her singing softly, and he wanted to ask what melody was. But why... and into his mind, the fear all of the sudden entered with violence... why did she disappear with her shadow? He took a look around, just to be sure she wasn't somewhere else, but Lenalee wasn't there, and neither a trace of her.
Maybe she already went to Jerry... He thought, trying to persuade himself that it was the truth, even if something... his heart was screaming to him that wasn't possible, because she heard the girl's voice.
So, he decided to go to Jerry's place –maybe she was here, after all, maybe he just dreamed the melody (so clear into his mind), maybe it was only a mind's trick...-
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"Jerry! What did you this time? Lenalee said to me you did a disaster!"
The chef, puzzled, turned around to see Allen, who was approaching him smiling "What...? A disaster? I didn't do nothing... And just how can Lenalee say to you that...?"
"Before... she was outside my room... did she come here already?"
"Allen, Lenalee's on a mission!"
What!? She's not even at the headquarter!?
Do you know that emotion, that sensation so oddly awful, so oddly distorting when you comprehend that it's happening something outside your understanding? But it's not fear... the fear is just so little than it...
Maybe, if Allen just started to laugh, maybe Lenalee would appear from a corridor, saying to Jerry to stop to try to tease him. Maybe if Allen simply decided that it wasn't happening nothing... because yes, maybe he only fell asleep, he dreamed of her, and he had though it truly occurred, who can say how much tricks the mind can do to us!
He could simply ask to Jerry to tell him the truth, and maybe he would reveal that really he did a disaster, and the just girl went to Komui, who wanted her –who knows why...- he could just not mind of that, and return into his room.
But... and we all know how the life can be complicated, Allen remembered suddenly, so suddenly that he turned pale, that Lenalee had promised to him something from her mission, so...
so
-And then, what?- How could he even think to have heard her?
"Allen, are you okay? You suddenly grow pale..." The worried Jerry's voice cut through the wall formed between the cursed boy and the world. He cringed, giving at him a scared expression, in the same time remorseful, of have accused him because of somewhat he didn't do, but he didn't even the force to think of that...
"You okay? Go the infirmary to check if you have some fever..."
"Y-Yes..."
"Would you like me to go with you, dear?"
"Don't worry... I go alone... don't worry, really" He started to walk toward the exit, silently and slowly like a sad ghosts; looking at the ground as it could give an answer to him.
"Allen!"
He turned around, encountering the smiling face of Jerry, even if into his grey eyes there was a worried expression "Just rest today... you're just tired from the last missions!"
"Yes, you're probably right..."
How that can be...? But maybe, Jerry was right, maybe he was only tired, maybe he caught a cold from the last mission...
But...
...something was just so wrong...
Maybe, give up, was the right thing to do...
right?
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"Jerry! I'm back!"
"Lenalee!" The girl smiled back, approaching him.
"So, how did the mission go?"
She sited down, sighing "Well... Kanda was annoying like always, and it started to rain now, so, like you must have noticed, I'm all wet!"
"You must really dry yourself, dear… you risk to caught a cold!"
"I would like to... so I can rest for some time..." She turned her gaze to the window, silently soaked from the sky's tears "I didn't even had time to buy something to Allen..."
"Oh... poor dear, he really caught something... poor boy! He was so pale! But you have seen him, right?"
"No... I passed by his room, but he wasn't here, and after I just came there!"
Jerry cringed, feeling a strange sensation inside him "You didn't seen him...? But... he went away from the same corridor from where you came... just when you entered, he exit! You can't have miss him!"
"You sure? Allen wasn't here..."
"Are you two talking about me?"
They turned around, just to see Allen coming from the opposite corridor, smiling warmly... (even if the two, in other times, remember that smile as something "murky, and chilly... something, Allen mustn't have...").
Prologue3- Shadows made of smoke
After ten years, an exorcist found it in abandoned room of the Headquarter; he decided to take it to understand the prophecy.
He died while he was trying to, and after, anyone else tried to comprehend its meaning. But, if someone would like to know, the prophecy could be resumed in a simple phrase "I will take you"
The major problem is: who?
You liked it? I worked on it two days... Strange, right? Well, wait for chapter one, that will be even more confused that this.
Chapter two "Reversed truths behind the real"
: D AcqueCristalline