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I was walking towards my room holding my socks and shoes in the middle of the night. It was darker than usual, but I didn't mind. I liked the dark; it was a mask for the repulsiveness of my life. I felt safe with it on, it made me who I am today. Broken but woven back together.
From a nearby window, I could see the only light for a while, the moon. It gave me an uneasy feeling. It was never that big and bright, nor was it supposed to be that clear. I used it though, to find my room.
When I found my room, the doorknob was warm, not a good sign. I expected it to be freezing cold right now. My stomach was feeling even more uneasy than before. But with some hesitation, I opened my door.
What was inside was the most surprising thing of the night. This was getting disturbing. But out of curiosity I walked toward it dropping what I was carrying.
It was a full length mirror. The metal holding it together was black and in the shape of rose vines. I touched it. Softly moving my fingers through and around the vines. It sent chills up my arm. The mirror was frigid, almost soothing though. Calming my body, sending me to the haven in my mind.
My body was so relaxed I didn't realize the reflection in the mirror. Maybe it was best that I didn't look. But curiosity took over again.
I was right; the image was a nightmare to my eyes, causing me to drop a degree in temperature. I covered my mouth and sank my head under my hood. It was me, but not me at the same time. It was a past me, before I discovered my dark mask. Before everything went wrong.
I looked happier than ever. Livelier, more cheerful than now. My eyes had color in them; they weren't just a dull shade like mine were now. My hair was short then too, blonde, wavy and barely at my shoulders. It didn't cover my eyes like it did now. I liked showing my face then, but now I had it grown out almost to my knees and my bangs fell over my eyes all the time.
What brought this mirror here? Why was it showing me this? Why would it show the old me? What could it mean?
It looked so beautiful though, delicately bitter. Making me envious. I closed my eyes, letting myself indulge in its deep, gracefulness.
But that was over too soon. Instantly snapping my eyes open, the mirror grew a face and appendages. It had a smile on it that infuriated me. I grabbed my Ring Blades from my hips not bothering to make them expand and lashed out at the mirror. It dodged my attack, but I wasn't done yet. I spun them around my index fingers off to the side of me, then threw them towards the mirror. My Ring Blades hit it dead on, sending it flying across the room. Spikes pierced through the mirror like it was nothing. Since the spikes were slanted to conform to the Ring Blade, the mirror was slightly held up from the floor.
I walked over and lifted the mirror, clenching my fist out of annoyance. Had I been in a better mood, I would've just finished it off, but that wasn't the case.
"Why did you decide it would be ok to come into my room and make yourself look like a somewhat regular mirror?" I asked agitated.
"It wasn't my choice to come here, I was simply following orders. Hehehe." Responding with a scratchy voice.
"Hmph, and who sent you?" More agitated than a minute ago.
"Why the Earl did. You're a heavy target in his book, and you need to be done away with. But now that we know exactly what we're dealing with, we can properly prepare an attack. Thank you for the lesson ma'am." He mockingly said.
"Oh your welcome, I do say, you have polite manners for an akuma. It's not everyday I get to kill one so nice. Too bad I never got to meet you as a human; we might have been fine friends. Well, farewell Mr. Akuma." Smiling as I once did a long time ago. Maybe it was good this akuma was here. It certainly brought me back a little bit of my old smile. But I hadn't had this kind of excitement around in a long while. So it was probably just going to be short lived.
Well, I didn't want to take long to dispose of the akuma, so I took my Ring Blades and ripped right through it. Before it could explode, I kicked open my window and threw the akuma out. Though, it was a waste to let my room get any colder. Stupid akuma just turned to dust and eroded away in the wind.
The mood grew lighter, letting me calm down. Hopefully no one had heard me fighting. If so, I'd be hearing footsteps coming any moment now. That would be bothersome to have to explain I was just attacked by an akuma. There would definitely be questions of how the akuma had gotten in here. It's almost impossible for an exorcist to get in without being detected, but this was the Earl we were talking about. He was a tricky one to figure out.
Thankfully no one was coming. I wasn't in the mood to commerce words with anyone. Well, I might as well go to bed. Need some rest for tomorrow's mission. So much work lately, the Earl must never rest to be able to work us like this. I have to give him credit; he certainly makes some of us look sluggish. But then again, I shouldn't be giving him a complement in the first place. It's not like what he's doing is getting us paid or anything, all it does is give us something to do. But without him, I wouldn't have anything to live for. Hmm, I need to stop contradicting myself and just go to bed.
I made my way to my wardrobe and took off my jacket. It was black and white like all the other exorcist uniforms were. Each was different than the others with small modifications done to meet the satisfaction of the wearer. Mine stopped around my knees, it had a military collar, and was form fitting around my waist, which showed off my curves perfectly. It only had two buttons, which was silver like everyone else's. I had the buttons placed below my chest and above my belly button. My sleeves went past my hands, and covered them almost completely. They were a few inches wider than they needed to be.
Sometimes I wonder how I can use my Ring Blades as a weapon. It'd make more sense for my sleeves to be skin tight so it wasn't difficult to attack with my weapons. But I guess it works, or I'm just used to moving my sleeves up, wait, I never do that. Well, that's an argument for later. I'll figure out sometime.
Anyways, I put my jacket on a hanger and looked at the black order symbol. It used to be a stunning image to look at, but now it's kind of just there. Maybe I'm too used to it now. But I put it in the wardrobe and began to undress myself.
I took off my black vest first and then the skin tight, long sleeved shirt I had on underneath. My shirt was a deep, darker purple, a very peaceful color in my mind. I hung that up too. I looked at my bra; it was probably the only thing I wore with some kind of color to it other than black, white, or purple. Even so, it was just a burgundy red, not all that special. Although, I liked it, there was a tiny bow in the front and it had a little lace, so that gave it some feminine flare.
I waited to put my weapons away; it felt awkward taking them out of their holsters before I took off my shirt. It was ritual for me to do this. They were my children, my friends and my family. I loved them. I took great care of them, polishing them everyday making sure they were beautiful. I even had a separate wardrobe to put them in. I opened the separate wardrobe and hung both of my weapons on hooks I'd added. I took a moment to bask in their glory. Closing the door, I moved onto my jeans.
They were of course black too. But before I could take those off I had to take off my belt, it was the same color as my shirt. It was studded as well. I took that off and put it away. Then I took off my jeans and hung that up too.
Before I walked in my room earlier, I already had my socks and shoes off. I'd almost forgotten they were outside the door. So I opened the door, but there was something in the way.
This was a little embarrassing, I mean, I was only outside my room in only a bra and panties in front of guess who. Kanda. Not only did I find this extremely uncomfortable, he looked like he was a bit tongue-tied. But he seemed to be here to talk about something. So avoiding him wasn't an option.
He sort of just turned his head and blushed. I'm not sure either of us knew how to react. But I took that opportunity to grab my socks and shoes and throw them towards my wardrobe.
"So, I'm just gonna close the door and put some clothes on and then come outside." Before he could answer, I shut the door and scrabbled to find my pajamas. I finally found a black long sleeved shirt like the one I'd just put away. And a pair of baggy pajama pants. These were red and black plaid.
"Umm, so what did you come here for?" I asked.
"I heard some noises coming from here. It started getting annoying. What was it?"
"Umm, nothing in particular…" Looking off to the side.
"You're lying, now what was it really?" He seemed to be demanding now, but not entirely.
"It was just an akuma, nothing out of the ordinary…" Looking to the side again.
"That's not just anything ordinary! If they're getting in the Black Order then you need to tell someone!" He was unquestionably aggravated.
"I was gonna tell someone sometime later. Just not now. I mean, everyone's asleep or working. It'd be rude of me to bother them now. And why are you up? It's the middle of the night and you didn't have a mission earlier."
"I happened to be walking by."
"Bet you weren't. Anyways, that's what happened; there was just an akuma here. I got rid of it, so no one has to be bothered. Now go to sleep, we have a mission tomorrow and if you're tired you're just going to hold me back." I gave him the go away motion.
"No, you're coming with me, akuma don't just appear in your room. They had a motive and you'd be the one that'd hold me back." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from my room. Just before we got too far, I yanked the door shut making a loud thump.
"Fine then, but you could at least let me go! You're making my hand fall asleep." I smirked at this comment.
"No."
"Why not?"
"You're just going to run away and I won't be fooled by a fifteen year old girl."
My smirk went away immediately. I thought I could out smart him, guess I was wrong. Oh well, I have to tell them sometime right? He could at least stop practically dragging me.
"Hey, can you let me walk normal? Dragging me like this won't do any good for my feet. I promise I won't try and run away." I gave a toothless smile.
"All right." He loosened his grip and changed how he held my wrist. I casually walked now. It might have been nicer if he let my wrist go, but I probably pissed him off by now so I should just deal with it.
We were only half way down the stairs when I tripped falling and then sliding on my butt. I couldn't tell you what had made me trip since my eye sight was amazing in the dark, but I tripped. This shocked Kanda more than me. He had lost his hold on me, but quickly gained it back. He held my hand with his then pulled me back to my feet.
"I'm sorry, I must be tired."
"Just be more careful next time." He was still holding my hand. This made me slightly blush. I was a little pleased; Kanda was not the type of person to do that.
I sort of felt a little slow, I hadn't realized he wasn't wearing a shirt! How had I overlooked that? With my perverted self, that should've been the first thing I saw! I must be really tired to not notice that and to trip.
Though, I wasn't complaining, he undoubtedly had some abs and his biceps weren't that bad either. His chest was toned perfectly and his tattoo was pretty hot too. If he turned to look at me now he'd definitely notice me checking him out.
Well, I feel even slower than before. His hair was down! I'm so off right now someone could walk past me waving their hands around like crazy and I wouldn't be aware of it! He never had his hair down! It was always up in a ponytail. It looked so soft though, very tempting to brush my hands through it. I really liked the color too, blue looked good on him.
Realizing what I was thinking I shook my head vigorously. This was Kanda, not a sweet boy, but Kanda! He's not sweet ever! God, I hate that he's attractive! I wish I could stand him, then I wouldn't feel so guilty.
Anyways, we had gotten to the science section a few minutes later. Everyone looked dead beat tired like always. Papers were all over the place as usual, and Chief Komui was buried in a stack of files ready to be stamped for approval.
No one had realized we were there till Lenalee walked in with coffee. Boy did they jump for joy for that. Course, they'd probably been working like dogs for days with little sleep. So I don't blame them.
When all the coffee was distributed, Reever turned to look at us; the black rings under his eyes were thicker than usual. He was sipping his steaming coffee when he asked us why we were there.
"An akuma appeared in Cassie's room." Kanda responded letting go of my hand.
"An akuma?" The entire science section shouted.
"When did this happen, Cassie?" Komui asked in a serious tone.
"Just a little while ago. I quickly disposed of it. It was probably a level two or three akuma. It was in the form of a mirror when I walked in my room. I'm surprised I killed it that quick though, I don't think it was there to attack us. It said 'Now that we know what we're dealing with, we can properly prepare an attack.' I think it was just there to gather information for the Earl." Unconsciously I was standing at attention. It was a habit of mine to do so even though it wasn't required.
"Do you know if there were any other akuma around or outside your room?" Chief Komui asked.
"I didn't check…" I sank my head a little. How stupid of me not to look! There could be hundreds of thousands akuma surrounding the Black Order right now ready to attack us and I didn't check if the one akuma had a buddy! Stupid me!
"Well, we better make sure there aren't any outside." Kanda swiftly turned towards the door, but before he could move, chief Komui spoke again.
"Wait, Cassie, do you know why it appeared in your room specifically?"
"No…" I was lying.
"I don't believe you. Tell me why please?" He asked with a smile.
"I don't wanna talk about it. It's just kind of personal." I said turning my head to the side.
"Please Cassie; you have to tell us why! It might be important information!" Lenalee shouted.
This took me by surprise, Lenalee didn't yell often, so for her to be yelling now, they must really need this information. Well, time for me to get over my personal feelings.
"The akuma said I was a heavy target in the Earl's book. I don't think it was just there to get information. When I looked in the mirror, I saw me, but it was the old me. Before I became an Exorcist, before I discovered my innocence. I think it was trying to get inside my head and understand how I think. Or else the image would have been pointless." My eyes were sinking under my bangs.
"Did it work?" Reever asked.
"Umm… Sort of… I'm a little shaken from the image it showed me. I'd almost forgotten that part of my life, and that akuma brought it back to my mentality. I'm not satisfied." I gave a big sigh. It had taken me four years to forget about my past, and now it was fresh in my mind again.
"Well, this isn't good. Cassie, I've just decided that Kanda will accompany you where ever you go and on all your missions!" Komui ordered pointing at the two of us. It was kind of creepy though, his eyes didn't have pupils and he had a weird grin on his face. Maybe he enjoys putting his subordinates in unwanted situations.
Kanda and I both looked at each other with disgusted faces. I believe at the time, we practically despised one another. It was bad enough having to go on missions with him every once in a while, but now he had to be my body guard! I could take care of myself! I've been doing an excellent job of it for the past four years!
"I refuse to let him guard me all day and night. He'll just complain and he'll try to boss me around. There's no way I'm listening to him!" I sat down on the floor crisscross apple sauce and crossed my arms. I lifted my head to the right of me in a high snobbish way with a You-can't-tell-me-what-to-do face.
"Too bad, I've already made up my mind." He gleefully sung.
"I hate you…" I gave him a death stare.
"No you don't. Now run along and go to sleep you two. You have a mission tomorrow and I don't want either of you to be tired. We'll take care of making sure there aren't any akuma around the area. Good night." He pushed us in the direction of the door with a toothless smile.
Again, thank you for reading my story. Please review, I'd very much appreciate that. Updating will be kinda slow, I take a while to be confident in my work, so please bare with me. This is my first story in a while so hopefully everyone that reads it likes it, my goal is to get 50 visitors, I have 27.
So I wanted to dedicate this story to my English teacher Ms. White. I loved having her as a teacher this year and am sad to say that she's retiring from Thomas Stone High School. Not only did I learn more about writing, reading and understanding what I'm writing and reading, I learned life lessons too. I won't forget them and I especially won't forget it's more important to understand something than it is to take notes. (I took a few pages of notes in english this year.) Ms. White you're a crazy woman in many ways (Not the bad kind of crazy) but that's what makes you a cool person.
-MiKKie-Chan