Disclaimer: Do not own D gray-Man.
Heyho! This is ade5kira here. I'm gonna be doing a joint Man fanfic with Key'n (laffs, guess where we get our pen-name from).
Eh tou…I really haven't been updating my Shaman King fic. *guilty* BUTBUTBUT! I'm currently working on the oh-so-problematic Chapter 7, so I hope it'll be up soon enough. ^_^
Meanwhile, updates on this fic should be a lot more consistent, since Key'n will be bugging me week after week, and it's really quite impossible to procrastinate when she's nudging me about it every day. . She's always been my nudger, since way back when I started fanfiction. But that really is unrelated, so let's leave it at that.
On with the prologue!
PROLOGUE PART II- AMBER XIRTAN
Wide eyes were peeking out of the gap in the closet door that night, watching the bloodbath that came out of nowhere, and seemed to last an eternity. Eyes that were filled with sheer terror and running with tears as they watched all they had ever known and loved being destroyed right in front of them.
All she could really remember after it had ended was the maniacal laughter from those who had no qualms about killing their own kind.
And that memory haunted her, driving her insane as she stumbled out of the closet, tripping and falling face first into the huge puddle of blood on the floor. To this, however, she showed no disgust whatsoever. Her eyes flickered about as if she felt as though it was strange that she was alive.
And it was. Her parents had sacrificed themselves to save their only child, hiding her in the closet where the murderers would not find her.
She clambered back up, using unsteady arms to push her tiny body off the floor, and stumbled out the front door, not even pausing to wipe the blood from her face. By this point, her eyes were but blank light-blue orbs showing no emotion, not even the fear that had been there minutes ago.
For hours she continued, with no direction whatsoever, simply moving further and further from the horrendous scene. Even after the blood had dried and covered her face in stiff red patches, she continued, not really knowing where she was going, or why she was even moving at all.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, when finally, her tiny body collapsed, unable to handle any more stress. And there she lay, in the middle of nowhere in particular, until she would be found and taken in by a kind passer-by returning from the city.
And when she would finally wake up days later, that night would be naught but a foggy memory, and she would never quite understand why she was so numb to the world.
