Disclaimer for Life in Black Order: I do not own D Gray-Man, Katsura Hoshino does. I therefore claim that I officially own the plot and my OC; what else?
WARNINGS for Life in Black Order: This story is made in an attempt of a story and this writer will not be responsible for boring readers to tears if it is not humorous or entertaining at all. The created OC is thrown in as the main character and is organised at this character's point of view. (It is rated T for this writer who is feeling paranoid) Lastly, as this storyline follows later in the chapter (if there is a continuation), the OC will only interact the canon characters occasionally. Just because~.
A/N: Welcome~ This is my first to post in this account. For the moment, this is titled "Stepping In". I'll leave this as a one-shot for now and might continue; provided that I'm given with the *ahem* necessary circumstances. I hope to aim for 3 reviews as an encouragement for continuing this fic. I need all the encouragement I can get; please do review~ Enjoy.
Reedited on August 19 2011:
I did a little minor change to the story. Don't worry; the storyline's still intact~
Chapter One: Stepping In
11:00 P.M, on an unknown date in the 19th Century, on a particular Monday
I stepped onto the platform, rocking the boat as I took in the glory of the mysterious Black Order. The magnificent building awed me as usual, impressing me once again with its beautiful interior design structure. The whole surroundings were dimly lit by the flickering lamps that were provided. I waited patiently by the stairway for the figure in light beige coat. Likewise, he (?) followed and started guiding me through the maze of the building.
Through twists and turns, I got worried, fearing that I might… *gulp* even get lost inside. Somehow, we reached towards the double-front doors. With a push, I blinked at the sudden light casting over what seemed like the... cafeteria. The loud silence greeted me as I fidgeted uneasily. I looked back at the Finder questioningly, but was only given a faint "Good Luck!" by the disappearing figure.
…?
I exhaled. This had been my choice to work for the Black Order. Not since that- incident. It's not like I had a better choice; I had to do the odd jobs here and there outside, while fearing of revealing my identity. Even now, I'm still hidden in my fabricated persona… I can only hope for the best; to get a job here. Besides, the pay was good...
I walked in the cafeteria slowly, taking in the sight. In my mind's eye, I can almost picture people in the Black Order filling the whole cafeteria, a friendly, noisy atmosphere that closely resembled like- While I mused; the dark-skinned Indian greeted me suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. He was at the- through the…
Well, it looks like a cage thing…
He cooed "I am Jerry! I am the Head Chef, and you must be -"
Almost hesitantly, I answered. "I am Ma- Jack, the newcomer joining in the administration division, n-nice to meet you... Sorry to arrive so late in the night; I- " I trailed off, sheepish over the fact that I can't finish the sentence, while nearly breaking my little alias. So much for a first impression...
"It's fine. Hmm~ You look quite young for a lad, especially getting a job here. Anyway, Jack, what's your age?"
"Um... I'm … Err- 13." I hesitated. I could not help but worry if he would not take in my fabricated age and deemed me unsuitable for the job. I doubt my own cover can stretch and cover me as a teenage boy, thus sticking to that age. Discreetly, I tugged against the bandages that bounded my true identity. Jerry looked at me strangely, nodded slowly and urged me to go on. "Um... I can do cleaning, especially for clothes and dishes... " I trailed off, unable to continue.
"Okay then. Since it is your first time in Black Order, I might have to fill in the details of the Black Order, about something rather... shocking. You might want to take a seat... no?" At that, I shook my head. "Well then..." Jerry proceeded to tell me about the Earl, Akuma, Exorcists, and the Holy War, finishing with how the Black Order comes about.
Jerry was most surprised when I took it all in a rather blank face. After a mild probing to the unexpected reaction (to which I replied, "Sorry, it is a long story."), he passed a piece of paper to me and briefly summarise the working schedule. We chatted for a bit, to which Jerry offered to introduce me the next day, to the various people in the Order at the end (I nodded enthusiastically, stifling a yawn), until we arrived at a room.
He looked at me with an expression that resembles almost like pity…? and spoke softly, bringing a light smile. "I almost hoped that we'll have a female employee for the Black Order; for there are few members here being female. Oh well, we have a new helper here, do feel free to ask around." I couldn't help but to be worried; what if my cover was blown…? Again, I tried to muster a surprised face, making an exclamation over the information.
He paused for a moment and continued, looking concerned. "Do make sure that you will not get lost, okay? The Order is a rather large place and I do not want a cutie like you to become another lost lamb in this enormous building." To the remark, I paled.
Oh boy, I sure hope not…
Jerry then handed the keys to my lodgings and left. Tiredly, I threw open the room, tossed aside my bag of luggage and lay still on the soft, warm bed. My half-lidded eyes faintly registered a dirty window showing a bright full moon.
Finally, I'm in the Black Order. I'm now a step closer to finding that person… Heaving a soft sigh, I turned over, reliving the comfort of the luxury of my "new home".
I replied softly, "Oyasumi [Good night], my saviour," before falling into the dark depths.
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