ʢ ▪ᴥ▪ ʔ A.N. - Hello everyone! Ōkami here with a surprise, nonsensical chapter for you all, I haven't slept but it was all worth it, this practically wrote itself can anyone guess what this will be about? Who is it that is talking this time? and to who and what are they talking about? If you happen to have a lucky guess leave it on the comments I love to read those! If you are reading this, thank you very much, for the new readers, thank you for tuning in I hope you find the story enjoyable, for the ones that are coming back, I am deeply grateful and honored to have you back, As I said before, I'm a newbie writer, this is not my first story but it is the first I publish, I know I probably have tons of mistakes and I'd honestly appreciate any reviews and advice you could give me. I honestly hope this story can be up to your standards and that you have as good a time reading it as I had writing it.
ʢ ▪ᴥ▪ ʔ- By the way, this has not yet been edited either.
ʢ ▪ᴥ▪ ʔ Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own D. Gray Man, if I did; nothing would make sense with all my babbling, (as you can probably see if you read my notes) I do however own the plot of this work. Now on to the story, Happy readings everyone!
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Chapter 4 - Regrets
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-Say have you ever wondered why the innocence takes the shape of a headless, winged angel when awaiting the accommodator's awakening?
-Not a clue but now that you mention it, I do wonder
-Enough chatter, get to work.
We lived in a world of darkness.
With every single enemy faced and every battle fought, we slipped down further.
We sink and it is our own fault, yet we blame others because that is the human way.
It is ridiculous, and oh-so-very ironic that those who fight for the world to have light, are bound to sink, to drown in sorrow, pain, grief, despair and disappear into the nothingness, as if they never existed, gradually falling into the darkness, and further away from the goal they desperately fight for.
The greater the fight, the deeper we the fall.
Lower.
Every day, one by one and ever so slowly we all descended, always going further than before, but then when all hope seemed lost, he came to our rescue all brave smiles, and strong-willed, and invincible, like a divine guardian.
An Angel.
We praise him, we admire him, some fear him, but he is kind to all. Much too kind for his own good but he never complains or retorts.
He is a much too innocent and pure for a mortal soul to comprehend.
He seems to know no fear.
Whenever something happens, he never fails to smile to hide the pain, his face is ever so sweet and bright no matter how dire his situation that, is how kind he is, he hides his own pain and shares our own, carries our burdens with a smile. He is always so warm, and kind, so much so that we somehow feel lost without him because to us, those plunged into the depths of darkness; he is a shiny little star.
His light is our hope.
He lives for us, fights for us, pushes us to do better and that's why we stand again. For him, we too will continue to fight in our own ways, if not to purge the darkness like he does, at the very least to lighten the burden of his young shoulders, those small, frail-looking shoulders that belong to a young boy, a child turned warrior for the sake of a pointless war.
Life is unfair.
He is the image of beauty and strength, a being so perfect, yet so lonely for there is no human being that can ever hope to match his existence.
Fate is so cruel.
We see it, yet we can't do a thing.
Shame on us.
Him; a small child, blindly does so much for everyone and us, the adults cannot do a thing to help him.
Cowardice.
Sometimes when he thinks no one is looking, his mind wanders off, and his face seems lost and sad. I wonder what goes thru his head whenever he does that.
"Why do you always look so lonely and sad dear child?"
Our hearts ache in unison for that beautiful creature, unable to intrude in his thoughts, we can only wait and pray.
"Please don't look so sad, beloved child."
Sometimes when he is distracted, his eyes wander off to yet another new, beautiful being. Here in our world of darkness, we have attained yet another child of light.
So similar yet so different.
Like day and night.
He has made it his mission to befriend the other child, but every time he so much as approaches the other will knock him down. It is sad to see him try wet we can't ever hope to stop him, he needs a friend, we are not, we are monsters that can only bring them pain, and even if we regret it, we cannot stop.
We are cowards, they deserve better.
When they stand side by side, it is as if the spirits of dusk and dawn have come to our realm in the form of children, both beautiful beyond comprehension, yet shrouded in darkness far beyond our grasps.
Unreachable.
We live together yet we all seem so far apart, and even between them things are not better off, their worlds seem so far off, one bubbly and bright, all warm and sunshine the other dark and calm, a moonless night.
Perfect-matching-halves
Sometimes we can't help but wonder "is it ok to let them stay together?" They get along so bad that they can't be properly "seen" "together" at once, not without them ending up looking like they want to go at each other's throats.
Some of us think it would be best to keep them forever apart, yet no matter how we try, they always seem to drift towards one another until they clash. It's like looking at double-sided magnets, one moment they attract each other until they turn around and can't be fixed together, although if one must confess, it is always fun to watch them interact.
Usually, they seem so different, contrasting and contradicting, like sweet and sour, light and dark, black and white, polar opposites.
-Who they were they will never remember, we can't allow it. It is not safe.-
-Why? And safe for who?-
-That is something you don't need to concern yourselves with.-
-But we can't force them to synchronize nor send them out yet, they are just children...-
-You can and you will, that is your job, and you will follow orders, whether you want to or not, well that is not an issue...-
-Then what about their memories?-
-Out with them, replace them. At best, they must never remember a thing, puppets don't need minds of their own, those that get them shall be terminated, they don't need memories, but just in case, give them different ones, human ones, memories that fit but don't show their true selves in them.-
-Yes, It is better that way, more convenient, we must never let them remember. If they do, we'll never be able to use them...-
-In battle, their kind is naturally exceptional, perfectly fitting and synchronized, we need their bodies not their minds, I'd say, there is not even a real need to let them interact.-
-But they are still too young, still just little children.-
-Nonsense. They are simply tools, not even human; you do not need to worry about their well-being.
Despite cruelty behind those words, the hey were right, our children of light were entirely compatible, too compatible and beautiful, they highlighted one another's strengths and covered for each other's weaknesses, but they were also one another's greatest weak point. If they fought together, without a doubt, nothing could beat them ... but they never fight together but against one another.
"They" are stronger than anyone, compatible to a fault, like two sides of the same coin; so much so that it makes us wonder if "perhaps they were always meant to be one?" Deep down we've all know they were, yet the destiny won't accept it, the church won't allow it and neither will Central if he were to find out.
God only knows what they would do if they were to find out; if they were to gain any more power over those two... for their own good and perhaps our own, we pray they never do.
Our prayers seem to go unheeded.
"They" have found out. Someone far worse than Central, someone we knew nothing about even if we constantly fought against his kind, someone we never suspected to have among us, and for a long while, no one would, he has gained knowledge, and so have others, yet we can't do a thing about it.
If only we had paid more attention.
...perhaps it would be best if it all came to an end...
Silently the monsters under our roof conspire, they plan and plot ways to fulfill their own desires, and we can't do a thing about it, not if we want to live, and we must live to help with what we can thinking of the greater scheme. We swore to survive and work to aid those who are in need around the world, yet it is on the most basic level we fail to do our job, we fail to protect and the innocents right before our very eyes. Sometimes I wonder if there is a way out of this place. If there is, I pray it comes soon for those two, and honestly so does everyone else, well, at least those who care.
It seems our prayers were finally answered, one them has been set free, even if the price was his demise, two broken hearts, his death sentence, by his other half's own hand.
Ironically, sadly, the cursed history repeats itself.
We have been set free as well, if only to haunt the world in retribution for our sins, to watch our other child of light silently crumble apart and hate the world that has destroyed him, until the day another one comes his way and puts him back together.
-We leave it in your hands, new child of light. We pray your innocence is enough to save the world we so foolishly and thoroughly destroyed. And if not the world, then at the very least, please, we beg of you, do save their souls, they deserved better because they are innocence incarnate too.-