Disclaimer;
I do NOT own D.Gray-man or any of its characters...
I DO own
Andrew, Alova & Yuudai myself + every other character
that
is not from the anime. or they belong to friends of mine
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It has been a while now
since the Millenium Earl and the Noah clan was defeated by the
Exorcists,
more than thirty years to be exact, but don't be fooled
now; akuma is still out there and somewhere
there is someone who
makes them. My name is Andrew Walker, and this is my story.
For as long as I can
remember we; my mother and I, have lived here in the Black Order.
Surely it's
cause she's an exorcist and works for them, but I
never got to really know my father and has little
memory of
him.
Wherever I go people stare at my white hair and grey eyes,
sure it ain't THAT usual to see a fifteen
year old guy like me
with white hair but I feel at unease when they stare... That's why I
almost
always keep my hood up when we're travling somewhere
outside the Headquarters.
When I was still very little, people at
the HQ always cheered when they saw my white hair as I came
running
down the hallway, and I often got to hear that I was an almost exact
copy of my father.
My mother Yuudai Walker, a brownhaired and
greeneyed woman that has the innocence named
Demon Riot, one that
is controlling canines and fire, kept me from being wounded or taken
by
those hateful Noah-people. For some reason that I still can't
figure out, those Noah always tried to
take me, and only me.
One evening I remember very clearly. It was the day before my seventh birthday...
"Will
dad come and see me tomorrow, mommy?"
"I'm sure he
wouldn't miss it for anything, dear."
"He wouldn't? You
promise?"
"I promise you sweety that your daddy will be
home tomorrow."
But my father didn't come the next day... or the day after that...
All I did was sitting
at the window, hoping that someday I would see him out there. I
wasn't the only child in the Black Order though, no I had my one year
younger sister Alova and
also our four cousins on mothers side.
The Bookman of the Order, a redhaired man named Lavi,
is my
mothers three minutes older twinbrother, and he had finaly found
himself a girl to stick with
(after a veeeery long, and annoying
for others, girlhunt). Miharu and my uncle got themselves a
quadret
of children, two boys and two girls. There was also another child in
the HQ, a very
coldminded boy, that I tried to befriend but
without any luck.
To sum things up for
you who read this stupid thing; I am Andrew Walker, the firstborn and
only
son to Allen and Yuudai Walker, a fifteen year old teenager
with white hair and grey eyes that was
left by his dad at an age
of seven. I'm born in the Black Order, have always lived there and
now
work as an exorcist.
When I realised for the
first time my dad wasn't coming back, something broke inside of me. I
had
always looked up at my great father and adored him... and then
he turned his back against us, left
me and my mother to fend for
ourselves... When I realised that, I swore to never forgive him for
the
pain he caused us, not only me but mostly my mother. Even if
she tried to hide it from us children,
I knew the pain, saw it in
her eyes, in the little things she did, the low tones she hummed..but
I
mostly saw her pain when she held me in her arms and ran a hand
through my white hair.
"My sweet
Allen..." she could murmur in times
like that, and I always put a hand on hers and tried
to comfort
her a little.
When I grew old enough
to take on the responsibility to be an exorcist my mother said a
clear NO Crossed Star was also decided for
my Innocence's name, and from that moment on my training and
to that, He had disappeared like that and perhaps she was
afraid to loose me too.
But my innocence wasn't any equip-type
like Komui-san first thought, they realised that when they
saw my
hands that I've hidden with black gloves. Mother had looked past it
when I was born, but
she had talked about it with Him and they had
decided to keep it hidden from everyone. When I
was born, I was
born with my hands deformed; they look like they've been badly burned
by
hundreds of fires and on the backs of the hands is a crosslike
shape, almost like a star.
job
was settled. The following years was hard for me, but I trained and
did my best on everything. It
didn't take long before I
syncronized 45 with Crossed Star, we where a good team that took
down
many akuma. Something always drove me out into the world
though, I could never find the rest I so
needed to feel inside. In
some nights I could wake up with an intense pain in my hands and
around
my heart, it always felt like there was something I missed,
like some lyrics or something that I
almost had written but then
forgot... Some nights I even woke up with a tone ringing through
my
head, but I never told anyone about it.