Unthinkable
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I only own the concepts and ideals of this fan fiction.
Prologue: Fall
The Dark Order was quiet, as quiet as it could be with the amount of Exorcists it now housed. Miranda was glad Edo was over; it would be even nicer if it was the last time she would have to work as an Exorcist. But she knew, as did everyone else in the order. She would continue work as an Exorcist until the day the Earl lay dead on the steps of headquarters, or she lay dead before her friends.
Miranda Lotto sat at the bottom of the stairs, her face buried in her hands and her black locks dripping with the salty excrete of her tears. Rather ironically, for the accident-prone Exorcist, she had fallen down three flights of stairs and landed at the bottom with a large thud.
She knew she was hopeless. Since Edo, she had thought so. Since, all those men had died on the boat, and on the arc – ironic really; if Allen hadn't turned out to be the 14th, then most of the orders Exorcists would be completely destroyed…
Miranda sighed. Not much had changed after she came into the order; apart from owning a purpose, she was still the hopeless, jobless freak she was back in her old home.
Miranda pulled her self of the ground, and decided if she was going to do anything, she might as well try to take herself to bed; hopefully not falling down the stairs again. She hoped she could sleep, it would be a welcome alternative if she could; she hadn't slept since returning from Edo. Miranda placed her foot on the second step, pulled her next leg up; and slipped. Her face hit the angle of the step, and as her body slid down onto the flat, the step behind the first she had hit. Miranda let out a small scream, and she knew she must've woken someone.
She began to cry.
Only a drop or two at first, but after a few seconds two small rivers where flowing from the cheeks of the young woman. Her sobbing seemed to echo, filing every inch of the corridor. Miranda thought she might disturb one of her fellows, but only cried harder at the thought.
"Miranda Lotto…"
Miranda looked up, in search of the strange, yet familiar voice. She looked around what she thought was an empty corridor. Her tears still streaming from her eyes, both pain, and hopelessness in origin.
"Miranda Lotto…" The voice continued. Miranda opened her mouth, hoping words would come.
"Wh-who's there?" She gasped; her voice drowned and distorted by her sobbing.
A figure stepped out from the shadows.
He stood tall, taller than most any other she had seen in the order. He was clothed in simple, cotton pants and a loose fitting white shirt. Hair flowed from either side of his face, as well as behind and two cold, blue eyes pierced Miranda with a certain ferocity she knew only one possessed.
"Kanda… I'm sorry if I woke you… I-I… fell, you see…"
Kanda raised a hand.
"Why do you cry?" He asked, his question startling the female exorcist. Miranda's tear's seemed to soften.
"Be- because I'm hopeless… useless…" Miranda stuttered. Kanda looked away, opening his mouth in response.
"Che- you're confident…" He speculated, watching the window as the great, silver moon made it's descent into the world below. Miranda looked at the profile of his face, it was slender, that was obvious. Smooth, yet elegant. His nose was somewhat more defined than hers, but that was only to be expected. He carried years of Exorcism experience. Something Miranda lacked terribly. It seemed… somewhat attractive to Miranda. Kanda was handsome, Not something uncommon by order standards; all the male exorcists of the order where at their peak of physical prowess, which, made them somewhat… beautiful.
"You do realise it's almost four o'clock, and you're still not asleep…" Kanda said, breaking Miranda's silent awe. Miranda looked away, she knew it before she'd even done it.
She'd blushed.
"Che… you wouldn't be the first," Kanda answered, brushing off Miranda's awe with simple words. The blue-haired samurai sat next to Miranda. Her eyes still seeped of tears; but Kanda's eyes seemed… different, to what they usually where. They displayed… compassion… Miranda threw the thought from her mind almost instantly. Kanda wasn't the type to display emotion, especially not love, of any kind.
Kanda placed his hand of Miranda's.
"Please don't fall… not again." Kanda said, rising silently and returning into the shadows, and back into his room; leaving Miranda alone on the steps.
Perhaps Yu Kanda wasn't the heartless monster she had thought him to be.
Authors Note:
I barely ever get reviews, for anything I write; hence I usually delete them within a few days without reviews. It would be a welcome change for someone to actually acknowledge this; I doubt I'll write Fan Fiction's on anymore if I don't get any more reviews.