First D. Gray Man fanfic! Ever! Sorry that I'm not finishing many of my stories but it'll be just a set back. I have major writter's block for many. And possibly writing on something else might lessened the weight of school and everything. Well here's a short sum:
Immortal girl's join the Black Order at suggestion of Kamui. Their powers and resources and extremely useful to the Order however they oppose their overall objecting: renewing the earth to its formal glory. Living for so long made them realize that the world has a greater beauty than just this war and bloodshed. However when a new Noah threatens not only their existence but that of Allen and all the Exorcists, they must make the greatest decision of their lives. Give up their immortality or watch as the ones they love die in their hands.
"Where...am I?" her voice was barely audible to herself as she awoke seven days later. All her senses were dull, only her hearing was but
"You've finally awoken," a man's voice, heavy with an accent, called as cigarette smoke filled the air that entered her lungs.
I hate the smell of cigarettes, were her thoughts as her eyes slowly became accustomed to her surroundings. Her mind now could idetify the area around her. "I'm back...at the catacumbs." What happened this time?
"You pushed yourself too much again," he called putting the cigarette off on an ash tray by the cabinet beside her bed. "Your body thrashed itself again."
"'Black Pheonix' did it again, huh?" a childish voice called from the doorstep of the obscured room.
Turning her head to face the intruder, she noticed the same woman she remembered dully in her old mind, "Cardigan."
Cardigan, a woman of twenty of age, walked over to the bedridden child. Her pinkish hair brought light over the obscured room barely lit by gaslights. Her obscure sapphire eyes pierced through her thin, weak mind. "You don't remember what happened?"
"Just that..." she hesitated. "There was that light again like all those other times. And then I woke up here."
"I see," she responded sighing and leaning back, stretching. Then she got her wallet out. "I thought for sure this time you wouldn't survive. Damn girl, do you not die?" Her question was rhetorical as she got a good sum of money out of it handing it over to the smoking man. "You're damn lucky."
"Not lucky," he answered taking the sum and placing it on the cabinet. "I know how their body is constructed and how it regenerates. I have only studied their kind for as long as I've been alive."
"And for as long as you've been alive they've never been able to die that easily, blah, blah," Cardigan said mimicking his sturdy accent. "By the way the other two have been practicing their abilities. Mind telling them that a week is too much to hope for?"
"Don't look at me," the man called as he faced the bedridden girl in observation. "I lost control of them. Teenagers these days and all. I'm their 'father' and they refuse to listen to reason. If I remember right, the youngest child has suffered 136 ressurections, the middle child 109, and you-" he looked at her with his hazel eyes, a tinge of gold in them as they pierced her own crimson ones. "-You are the one with a total of 207 ressurections. I wonder still how many more you still have to go."
A knock on the door was heard by both as Cardigan went to open the door the slightest to let in as little light as possible, "What are you two doing here?"
"We wanted to know if she's alright," a gentle and sweet voice called in concerned.
"How's she? Is she awake?" another playful yet charismatic voice called together with the other.
"It's none ya!" Cardigan shouted pissed as she pushed them away as she exited the room as well. Then the room fell silent again. The window in the room was fogged up by the coldness of the winter outside.
The man lighted yet another cigarette even though knowing it was going to disgust her. Finally she broke the silence that pierced even the cold air they breathed, "207 isn't such a bad number, you know?"
"It looks like you three are trying to beat each other to see who lives by dying the most," he said with a tinge of hate on the way they were living their lives. "It's spiteful how you throw your lives away so easily."
"As long-" she cringed as she struggled to sit up against her bedpost. "-As you don't find any way of terminating us for certain then I have no problem with dying then regaining consciousness a week later."
"You body suffers the scars of your numberable deaths," he explained yet again to her. "You of your two sisters have the most scars. Comparable those wounds heal yet leave a mark on your body no matter how many times you revive."
"Scars. No scars. What's the difference," she answered looking down. "What's going to happened now?"
"I know you tried to escape being transfered to the new headquarters by killing yourself the 207th time," he said releasing the smoke from his lungs. "Needless to say it was as useless as getting rid of cockrouches. No matter what they keep coming back."
"I'm a cockrouch now?" she asked sitting on the edge of the bed as her sense of smell returned to her. The first inhale through her mouth caught the taste of smoke in her lungs. She exhaled without coughing as she snatched the cigarette away from his hand and put it off on the ash tray. She stood up vaguely notcing the stitches on her side that caused minimun pain compared to the headache she had at the moment. "I didn't and don't want to leave this place."
"The catacumbs have been all of your guys' home for the many years you've lived," he said standing up and grabbing the liquor from a glass cabinet and two crystal glasses. "I know it's hard for you to leave your home. But the headquarters will be your new home. You and your sisters will live there and surely you'll meet new people that will be your friends." He placed the cups on the coffee table and poured in liqour.
"You're giving me a drink?" she asked skeptical for a second. "Ain't I a minor?" She opened her closet wide open as she found the uniform she had gotten a week prior to the incident. It was black trimmed with red, a perfect match to her eyes and to her raven hair.
"Please," he chuckled taking her comment as a joke. "We both know that you could be my great grandma with your true age. You and your sisters have been the same age for over a hundred years. Although you were kids sometime and you still are to me, I can't deny that I want to have one last drink with my oldest daughter." He grabbed a glass and handing over the glass. She smiled and took the glass as she drank it up. She licked the liquid that lingered on her lips.
"If I leave," she said giving the glass on the table again as she changed in front of him with no shame whatsoever into her uniform. "Will I be able to comeback to the catacumbs?"
"I doubt it," he said truthfully looking away from the girl. Even though she was older than him and Cardigan combined, she still lived in the immortal body of a sixteen-year-old girl. "The Black Order confines the Exorcists they house. You and your sisters are compatible to Innocences so you'll most likely stay there."
"Do they know this?" she asked in concerned of her sisters.
He sighed, "You're the oldest and take these news more maturely. Telling them would be like taking the candy away of a kid."
"A simple no would've suffice," she answered putting her coat on. She turned to look at herself in the full-size mirror. With the simple lighting of the gaslights it was simple for her unadjusted eyes to see herself. A longsleeve blouse covered her undergarments, on top of it was a black, red trimmed vest and a red tie.. She wore shorts of a black color and white stockings along with black with gold boots that went to her knees. Over the vest was a longsleeve coat that went past her shins which had the hood and sleeves trimmed with white fur. Her hair was already combed and fixed from her bed hair. The raven black colored shinned in the gaslight with a fevor like before. Her crimson eyes became brilliant in the thin light as she turned to look at him again. "When do we move?"
"Tonight."
~X~
"Ah, Nee-chan!" the playful and charismatic girl called as the two stood in the gate that would take them to the new headquarters. She was a bit taller than the raven-haired girl, about 5'5" and had short long hair wth a long plait that traveled in front of her and ended with a red ribbon tangled with a jingle bell. She wore a black, red-trimmed pants and a shirt that didn't cover her abdomen. The shirt itself was black trimmed with red, it was a bra shirt with sleeves that espanded on the shoulders. She had blood red stiletto boots and a pair of leather, black gloves.
"One-sama, does this mean you're going with us?" the gentle and sweet girl called baffled. She had long chocolate brown hair that was up into a side ponytail with a red ribbon. She wore a red skirt with a more decent shirt than their middle sister. It was more of a sleeveless bloude and on top a simple jacket trimmed with red.
"I guess so," she answered in reassurance of her well being. The gate then opened signaling its opening.
"Take Kammy with you," Cardigan said as the chorale colored golem with cherub wings. "If anything goes up in there you'll be able to contact us with her."
"See you around, girls," the man called as he and Cardigan waved goodbye at them.
"Got it~" the middle said jumping in childishly.
"See you later," the youngest called stepping in.
"Take care, kiddo," the oldest said smiling as she left through the portal.
The man stopped as he saw the gate close behind his girls. "Three little immortals, huh? Wonder how they'll get along with their comrades at headquarters."
"Who knows," Cardigan said turning around to face opposite. "Kamui did call you for them since that attack at headquarters."
"I'm sure not only my girls but the Third Exorcists as well, I would presume," he said. "I am, however, a bit concerned."
"About what?" Cardigan asked shocked.
"How they will react to fighting with Akuma, the Noahs, and even perhaps to the Earl himself," he broke out another smoke as he finished his sentence. "I only let them go out because the hypothesis I have is that their exposure may tell us their limit of lives."
"Do you really care for them? Or are they just tools to you like the Order likes to think of them?" Cardigan asked.
"I care for them," he said. "But I am also afraid of what they are capable of doing." He blew smoke out one last time before walking away and returning to his duties.
"Of course you're afraid, dumbass," Cardigan muttered sighing. "After all, since you were just a kid, those three took care of you as you're taking care of them now. Like mothers like son and like father like daughters. Ain't it right, Roman?"
"How much longer?" Tyki asked Sheril as they both waited one of the Earl's room.
"She'll be here soon," Sheril added. And as if in command one of Road's doors materialized as it opened and in came Road with a bundle in her arms. "He~llo dearest~!" Sheril called with his daughter switch flicking on but when he tried appraoching her, Road grimace at him and he stood aside. "Why are you being so mean to daddy~!"
"What's that you have there, Road?" Tyki asked. Then a whaling let out from all the comotion.
"A baby?" Sheril said confused.
"Shh~shh~shh," Road said sweetly as she craddled the crying child in her arms. "It's alright. It's alright."
"Why do you have a baby with you?" Tyki asked standing with her looking down on her and the baby.
"The Earl told me to pick her up," she said sweetly talking to the child.
"You brought her," the Earl appeared from the doorstep with the other Noahs. He appraoched Road with his sight on the baby. "The essence."
"Why have Road pick up a baby?" Tyki said confused.
"She's the essence of the heart of a ve~ry special person," the Earl answered Tyki's question. "And will be of a very good use in the future."
The whaling stopped as the child gazed at them lot and then it was heard through out the space, "What do I get in return?"
"It talked?" Tiky said shock.
"It thought," Road corrected.
"What do you mean by what do you get?" Sheril asked.
"What would be my reward if I helped you?" the baby asked again.
"Revenge," the Earl said to her. "Against the man who seperated you from your body and soul."
"Neah's...alive?" the baby asked in hesitation.
"That he is," Road answered. "Do you want him dead?"
"I just...want him to pay for what he did to me. To me and to my old self." The mass of the baby started shinning as it floated away of Road's arms and materialized into a small grown girl of eight years. She had white hair the color of snow short up to her chin and with a long ponytail that had a pink ribbon on the curled end. A white dress with a color of chorale died on the hems. She was barefooted as she turned toward them. The eyes of the child were the same pinkish color and they surged on and off with a neon gleam every second or so; as if they reacted everytime with the hearbeat of that person.
"They grow so fast," Road said monotonely as she went to sit down. "So what's your first move, um... Should I name you?"
"No need," the voice was childish byt mature. "I have my own name."
"Which is?" Tiky asked.
"Edelle," she called as for a moment her eyes turned to a crimson red for the instant before going back to that neon pink.
