There's a legend, one consisting of a special bluebird. It's said that if it flies above you, and drops a feather with the same design for you and one other, you will become each other's one and only. The only problem is, you must find them yourself.
"Isn't it wonderful, Nii-san?" Lenalee said. Her arm crossed at her chest, her face baring a wonderful smile.
Ahead of her was a two-storied house, its walls a fine light yellow color. Flower beds of lilies, daisies, and sunflowers were stationed at the base of several window panes and around the front lawn as if each flower was protecting the house. Intricate designs were marred into the oak brown door that was perfectly screwed onto the wall where it appropriately stood. The garage was huge, enough to fit four cars, and stored plenty of items they didn't and wouldn't need for probably years to come.
"It's beautiful. It's just as breathtaking as the last time we came here," her brother replied. "And the wind is moderate as well, almost the perfect weather."
Her brother slid his hands into the pockets of his discarded jacket in their moving van. Finding the item he was looking for, he pulled out, revealing a shiny ring of keys, most likely belonging to the new house. Choosing a random key (and hoping it was the right one), he pushed it into the key hole of the door and turned, hearing a slight click at the knob.
He opened the door until it was as open as day. "Let's get moving..." he said.
As soon as that was said, the trunk of the moving van opened, Komui and Lenalee set themselves to bring in boxes of their valuables and clothing.
Ebony green hair passed pale white walls as hands were occupied by two small boxes. Violet eyes peeked over the boxes in her hands, and uneven ground hiding itself from her unseeing eyes. She paused before the uneven ground and turned around before speaking. "Nii-san, did you finish filling the papers for employee work at the hospital?"
"Noooo, but that can be done later," he said, waving the thought away. The thought of work normally could've killed him.
"Nii-san! I've told you that I would give it to them today!" Lenalee said as she continued to walk, luckily walking past the uneven ground and placing the box into a room that she personally claimed as hers'.
"Yes yes, Lenalee, but we just came from China!" Komui said. "Couldn't we wait for, I don't know, a week before finding work to do?"
"Nii-san!" Lenalee said as she and Komui carried in the last few boxes from the van.
"Fiiiiine," Komui whined. "But how about after we go out to eat?"
"That sounds fine right about now," Lenalee thought before smiling. "Just let me get ready and we can head out."
"20 minutes on the clock," Komui said, studying his watch as he noticed the second hand stuck.
"Please," Lenalee said, scoffing playfully. "you know I'll be ready before you count to ten."
"One... two... three..."
"Stop counting!"
"So, Nii-san, have you thought of where to eat yet?" Lenalee said, newly dressed in matching colors of blue. Her shirt was a baby blue color and had a picture of a faded tilted heart in the center. Her skirt was a perfect blue color with jeans material and was smug around her waist. A sweet smell of perfume followed her. It wasn't strong, nor was it weak, but it was enough to make her a perfect magnet. After walking to the living room, she slipped on her converse sneakers over her knee high socks.
Komui opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. "No, but it's good and healthy to try new food!"
"Or we could eat at an Asian Restaurant we passed earlier," Lenalee pointed out.
"But it'd be great to eat Chinese food again!" Komui said, heading out the door with Lenalee while she laughed at her brother's picky habits for food.
"Maybe we shouldn't eat here after all," Lenalee said, looking through the window. It was completely full as far as she could see, and it didn't seem like it could fit two more persons into the restaurant. It was packed in the front lobby too, which made it a real problem for both Komui and Lenalee, but being as stubborn as he was, Komui rejected the fact that it may take hours for their bellies to have something to digest.
"No. I want to eat here," Komui said, not hesitating for a moment, "Besides, we'll resolve it somehow." He pulled the door open, hearing the clanking of dishes and the talking of people, and welcomed Lenalee inside first. She shook her head in disapproval as she stepped in, noticing nothing but the slight complication of moving forward. (Though, once spotting her, they were nice enough to make room.) Komui followed in shortly, unable to push off the feeling of protectiveness towards his sister once spotting men looking at her.
Lenalee spoke, "Could we have a table for two, please?"
"Uh..." The man gave a strange look to Lenalee and Komui. "I'm sorry, it's a full house. There are no more tables left. Also, look at the amount of people in the lobby, waiting to eat."
Lenalee understood his expression. Why are they asking for two tables when their restaurant was obviously too full? "Really? Please, sir? We're new here; we have no idea where else to eat."
"Nope, I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "The rules are strict, and it would be unfair for other customers. I could lose my job.
"But-," Komui was about to say.
"Give them my table," a man (or is he a teen?) spoke. As a short description, he had long blue-black hair and an imprinted sneer on his face. He sported a stick on his hip that looked far too much like a sword. Dangerous, she knew Komui would think.
Confused, the front desk man questioned who he was, only getting a short answer, which had no relation to the question. "The reserved table. Your boss reserved it for me without my permission."
"Mister, if it is a reserved table, then I cannot just give the table away freely-"
Sneering harder (It was kind of hard to tell actually), the blue-haired man spoke, "If I need to, I will call your boss, and if that doesn't work, I can kill you in ten different ways... Jessie."
"It-it's Jefferie," he replied back. He, then, noticed the glare given and nodded his head hastily before making preparations for them on their table, "but-it-can-be-Jessie-too."
Komui spoke first, just in respect and appreciation, "Thank you, er... teenager. We're new here and we're completely useless around the area and-"
"Here is the soba you ordered! To go, just like you asked," another man said, dropping off a styrofoam container full of the said soba to the blue-haired man while he tossed the money in his hand. "Thank you, Kanda."
"Che. I don't need to hear your excuse," the male said. "I was about to leave anyways."
"Um... thank you then, Mr. Kanda!"
A soft 'Che' as a reply, he walked out, the people in the made way for him. The front desk man from earlier came back, leading them to their desks.
A loud groan from the lobby could be heard as Lenalee smiled slightly, but sorry for the group outside.
"Told you we'd resolve it somehow."
A short drive home led to a long discussion down the road. Komui loved his sister, very much, but sometimes she just didn't know when to stop babbling. He hated it when it happened, and she would not stop until he did what he was told to do like a responsible adult. She knew this, and he knew this. Finally giving in to her, he stomped into his office like a child would and slammed the door of where ever his office was.
"Really, Nii-san, who is supposed to be the adult here?" A silent whisper from Lenalee, then she shouted. "When I get back, I expect the employee registration to be done!"
A loud whine from the office before she left made her smile. Ahh, she felt sadistic and she liked it.
A nice simple walk around the neighborhood would be nice; she thought and gave in to her peaceful idea. It wasn't exactly as peaceful as she would have liked. Maybe it was karma.
She had met an incredibly talkative stranger. He had fire red hair, a hair color that she'd never seen before on a person's head. (It was strange how he told her it was his natural hair color. Was he serious or was he pulling her tail only because she was new around here?) His eyes, too, were a strange but natural color. Crystal green, she liked that color, but not as much as blue.
"Hey there, pretty girl," he said when they had first met.
Lenalee turned to the boy's direction, confusion splayed across her face. What would this boy want with her?
"Me llamo Lavi Deak Bookman Juniors," the boy said, sneakily. "Como estas, chica bonita?"
"Uh... I don't-... I don't speak Spanish," Lenalee said. "Mr. Juniors."
"Holy crap! I'm too old for that!" Lavi said. "Do I look that old? Oh shit! I'm only 18, Father of Heaven! I'm too young to be old!"
Lenalee looked at this boy and laughed. "Funny," she said, amusement pasted on her face. "I'm Lenalee."
"No last name?" Lavi said, shrugging afterwards. "Well, Lenalee, call me Lavi. I'm serious. I'm too youthfully sexy to be old. And I have a party..." he paused, appearing to be thinking. "tomorrow night and I was wonderin' if you could go- if you want to go."
"I don't know..." Lenalee said, hesitant to accept. "My brother is overprotective of me about this stuff, saying that I can never be too careful around boys like you."
"Psh. Like me?" Lavi said. "Why are you talking to me in the first place? Look, I may be your everyday flirt, but I do not attempt rape or some shit. I mean, girl, that is going to get me in some serious shit with the police, you understand?"
"Flirting and being rejected is better than a raping one night stand," Lavi said. "I prefer-."
"Please! Stop!" Lenalee said, her face getting hot with embarrassment. "I-I don't think I need to know what you prefer when you're having... it..."
Lavi laughed out loud, patting her head. "Okay, okay! Don't worry though, I'm completely bisexual. Point being, I'm a good guy."
"I don't think you being bisexual makes it any better, Lavi," Lenalee said.
"Okay look, here's the address. All the cool kids, the popular kids, the cute girls, and the hot guys are there," Lavi said. "In fact, I'm one of them," he winked. "You'll meet plenty of new people before vay-cay ends. I'll even introduce you to my best buds."
"I'll think about it," Lenalee giggled.
"Awesome, beautiful," Lavi said, patting her shoulder as he walked away. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow then!"
"Nii-san! Are you finished with those papers?" Lenalee exclaimed from the front door as she took off her shoes. A holler from where she assumed was Komui's new-found office sounded, something close to, "Don't yell in the house!"
An eyebrow was raised in the hypocritical action. She wandered around the house, unable to find Komui's home-office. Instead, she'd discovered far more rooms than she had expected, making her feel just a little bit alone and the feeling of the house completely empty.
"Lenalee?" Komui said from several doors down.
"I'm coming Nii-san!" Lenalee said, speed walking as quick as she could. "Are you finished with those papers?" she repeated.
Komui's sigh put her in a stern attitude as he lazily stared back at her with uninterested eyes of the subject. "Yes, Lenalee-sweetie."
She rolled her eyes, extending an arm out in an obvious gesture to hand them over. She scanned them carefully, with Komui playing with his fingers as if he were one again. She nodded briefly before walking away. "Lenalee! Where are you going?"
She replied as if it were obvious, "To the hospital."
"B-bu- You just- You'll get-," Komui yelled after her, slightly hesitating as he said. "At least wear a jacket!"
After several detours around the neighborhood, and realizing she wasn't familiar with the place anymore, along with having no luck in finding the hospital, she'd decided to ask someone.
"Really, why didn't I think of this earlier?" she thought, disappointed with her previous actions and thoughts of finding the hospital with no problem or help.
"Sir?" she said to a bystander, timidly. "I-... I'm new to the city and I was wondering if I could get some directions to... Reginald Waters Hospital?"
The man nodded silently and pointed curtly at the supposed direction and gave the directions by action, unwilling to talk... Or unable to? Realizing she couldn't keep track of his actions, he spoke, explaining the pathway to the said hospital.
"This is much easier," Lenalee mentally said to herself. If her memory served her right, it told her to go down Hope Street, and then left to Little Eve Avenue. Then once she arrived at Ray Street, she would have to take another left, and then walk one block down to Silky Road, one right, she would see it from there...
The path to the hospital was pleasant. She'd seen much of the scenery she'd expected to see. It was a peaceful city, one that she guessed with none to little fights in the street. Socializing with certain citizens was enjoyable. Those she had met were probably a little more than a quarter social than her, she could tell, with all the handy-dandy-ness they gave. There were some she expected to see around the city, and some in her new high school...
Now arriving at the hospital, she silently stepped over to the desk where a nurse was stationed, "Excuse me? Um, I'm here to submit the employee registration?"
The woman, Mancia, looked up, eyebrows raised in a curious expression, "Are you a little too young to work in a hospital? Are you a volunteer?"
Realizing she had forgotten to include something, she widened her eyes, in embarrassment. "Oh! No, no, no! I- um- this is my brother's. See, he's been planning for a long time for our move from China to here, and since yesterday, he hasn't had the right sleeping schedule."
"I see," she said. "Well, I'll take the papers for you to the gentleman that manages the paperwork and etc."
"Could I," Lenalee started. "Could I have a short look around the hospital?"
"Oh, I don't know," the nurse said. "You can't go up the floors without a pass, and you don't particularly have a reason to be there, nor are you a volunteer."
"I'll volunteer, I will." Lenalee said, in not a pleading way. She gave a small explanation of why she hadn't signed up before, speaking the truth the moment the words "my brother" slid out of her mouth. Nodding in slight comprehension, Nurse Mancia excused Lenalee in, but not before giving her visitors pass and a volunteer form.
Meeting the patients was undeniably fun. The happiness that pumped through her veins and slipping into theirs was something she was to be proud of, she knew. Once in a while, she would sit with one of the patients, one whom was thirteen years of age and dreamed big, "as big as the sky could go!" She didn't care for anything of how others thought, and she respected the young girl that way.
The small self-tour she was giving herself would prove her some good in the future when her volunteer form was finished, signed, and valid. The smile etched on her face wouldn't slip off for the next hour, she knew. Nothing could or will wipe it off.
The near silent footsteps that slipped into her listening ears suddenly alerted her, smile slightly gone as she looked up. A boy, her age probably, stepped out of the deadly silent room, room number 143. The shock the conveyed the boy's face reflected her own as her smile slowly disappeared.
His shirt was pale brown that would have seemed tie-dyed at its front only. It was accompanied with a pair of gloves and a jacket with a pattern of black and white. He wore pair of jeans that preached her as normal. He seemed like the ordinary everyday teen, aside from his white hair, which he could tell was the highlight of him. On the left side of his face was a light line of red that traced an interesting mark. It appealed to her that he was... cute, with a touch of handsome, and gentlemanly.
"A-a... I'm sorry for staring at you. M-my manners disappeared for a moment," the boy said, blood slowly making way to his face.
"N-no, I started first," she said with the same red face.
He nodded lightly, "Ah, hello... My name is uh... Allen... Allen Walker."
She couldn't bring herself to smile at her unreasonable embarrassment. "Lenalee Lee. I-it's nice to meet you."
Allen bowed slightly as he said, "I should take my leave. Visiting hours are nearly done. It was great to meet you," and walked away.
She walked his slightly slumped back turn the corner as she tried to help her blood flood back to where ever it had come from. Well, she was wrong. Surprise could wipe her smile off.
I plan on making Komui a civilized person. Someone who cares about his sister, but doesn't go straight up way over the top I'mma-kill-you! crazy. Okay, so maybe if a boy gets close to her, he'll do all this threatening stuff, but he will not do any stupid shit like making robots to kidnap them.
No he will not commit murder, kidnapping, or any of the like.. I respect him way more than that.. I love his serious self. 3
I also feel Bluebird Legend is getting sloppy. In other words, it's quality is getting worse. It's not at its best. At all. In any case. I have come back to the place where I first started for Lavi. I do not know what I should make of Lavi in the story. Would making him a supporting character be too mean?
Do you know any good (completed, ongoing, crossovers, even on hiatus or discontinued) D. Gray-Man fanfiction?
I feel like I'm a bit too stiff. I should loosen up...
-o. xhAna .o- - Er, thank you for the review! Oh, and I checked out your profile. It's safe to assume you're a girl, right? I read your D. Gray-Man plots (and the original one). Hehe, I got excited yelled, "Carry it out! Whoo!" Those are good ideas, I mustn't lie. (:
TooLazyToSignIn - I will, er... try not to disappoint. I'm not good at relationship building in a story (Well, that's what I think so far. I always lose inspiration before I finish. It's like the downfall of an author!) The end of your second review kind of caught me off guard? I mean, are you implying that I'm homosexual, etc? I'm cool with that, because I'm bicurious, but Gay Straight Alliance Club is a club where people, straight, gay, homosexual, trans, everyone who supports it and would like to join, make places safe for people, like a few of my friends, who are bisexual and transsexual. I take no offense if that's what you're afraid of. (:
PiscesCeresArtemis - Thank you for the compliments. Please do look forward. (: Allen would be proud. ;)
dbgztfan2004 - Most definitely will continue it! I hope and wish to finish all my D. Gray-Man stories because of my undying love for the series!
YoshitheBunny - Ah! I'll change it right away! I completely put Kanda's language aside!
Exile Wrath - Again, thank you for the small lesson.
fictiongurl3553 - Oh! I read your stories. Very nice. I like it. My favorite would probably be Separated Destinies.