Author's note: Its been so long, hope my reader(s) are still lurking around =) I apologise for being late by a few weeks to a month~
Status: I have finished my attachment in general medical and now advancing to Operation Theatre, followed closely by A&E~ So I will be gone again~ I'm not gonna lie, I'm still typing up my next chapter. LOL. Yea, It's gonna take alot of my energy since I have memory problems.
Thank you to my Beta-Reader for all the efforts~ Miss Dorian Ditri~~~
Rating: Rated-T
Warning: Death, Angst, Destruction.
Gentle whisperings. Notes of emotions. Tears of sadness and joy.
Arcas saw and envied them.
He caused them. He crushed them. He made sure they were replaced.
He realized the hole was getting bigger.
A sense of familiarity embraced him as the closed palm opened. Speckles of Green dust, the remains of Daisya's Innocence, were swiftly carried away by the wind that seemed to follow Arcas everywhere. The boy was disappointed with the result. This cube was not what the Earl's searching for. After the weapon was taken care of, Arcas's attention returned to the defeated form of Daisya Barry.
The Exorcist was whimpering, sobbing, trying to scream, yet unable to. His voice box had been crushed by said Noah, whom had grown tired of Daisya's relentless curses and pleads during the midst of torture. Kneeling down beside the fallen enemy, he lifted the cowl shielding Daisya's face to look at his dark eyes. They were filled with grief of lost and the fear of dying.
Yes. How it thrilled Arcas to see those emotions playing before him. He could almost smell them in the atmosphere. The Noah stood up and approached a destroyed pillar nearby. He sat down; both elbows rested neatly on respective kneecaps and cupped his chin with the hands. The teenager was careful to add more weight on the left hand instead of right, since Daisya's Innocence wounded him previously. Arcas watched mockingly as Daisya lost his will to live, his instinct to survive.
...
The fight, predicted to be quick by one Daisya Barry, was slow. Hands-on was certainly not in Arcas's criteria of a battle. The Noah was, in the Exorcist's view, laidback. He had sent out minions, un-dead, to attack on his behalf while sitting aloft a wooden crate munching a ripe apple.
There was never a shortage in supply. They just kept coming, growling at him, eyes flashing a color which reminded Daisya of his should-be enemy. The Exorcist would glance back and forth to make sure Arcas wouldn't get him while distracted. Daisya was confused by Arcas's behavior. The New Child seemed listless and perhaps bored, not wanting to participate in any of this fight.
After a moment of contemplation, Daisya decided to strike first.
Arcas's oculus gave off a strong glow as he dodged the weapon. The crate he previously sat on had exploded into tiny pieces of wood. With the grace of a cat, the Noah's feet sought ground. He threw the apple away and proceeded to dust his clothes free of dust and splinters. At that action, his servants halted in their attacks. The Exorcist was wondering why, when he felt a strange force. He was looking into the golden eyes when a heavy weight spread from the centre of his chest towards every part of his body.
Daisya fell.
He didn't stand a chance.
"Heavy? Can't lift your hand?" Arcas's tall figure loomed over him. His entrance made Daisya struggle harder to break free. His weapon, the Innocence, was spinning in mid-air as it awaited the next command. He had ordered it to stop for time-being, too shocked and scared to attack. "What do you think this is?"
'Gravity' was what the trapped prey thought. Daisya always hated gravity. The thing that pulls you to Earth- makes you heavy and gives you weight. Freaking hell... It makes a human heavy without much of a hesitation. In just a second.
"Will you be happy to hear that you're the first I test this power on?" Arcas smiled sinisterly as he watched.
Daisya wanted so badly to spit at the boy, but he couldn't. Even the act of rolling his eyes was giving him a hard time. He settled for words when he noticed he could still talk. "Shut up you asshole! I'm going to kill you, just you wait!"
The boy chuckled. Daisya felt nausea hitting him as he listened. How can a human behave such way?
The Noah continued, as if he was not previously yelled at by his enemy. "Grief, Despair, Sorrow... disappointment. All this emotions causes gravity within a heart... a living heart, at least. Normally they don't cause anything, but when you amplify them..." He clicked his fingers, demonstrating to Daisya how fast the weight could consume him. "They made you so heavy that you..." A glance and a snigger, "like now."
"What-"
"You're weak." Arcas remarked mercilessly, his foot pressing down on the Daisya's palm, "I was thinking of prolonging your life, but you lost your chances."
"Asshole-" Daisya tried to retaliate, only to feel a sharp pain at his throat and splattered blood. Arcas had crushed his larynx.
"Blame no one but your so-called justice, dear Exorcist, Daisya Barry."
Daisya felt the pull becoming stronger. A terrible mixture of anger and fear coursed through his cold veins. Hastily, he summoned his weapon to attack Arcas. The Noah's attention flickered for a mere second and the boy evaded, the Innocence missing him narrowly. However, Arcas was not able to dodge fully the second time. The bell grazed his right arm. Blood oozed and Arcas's eyes flashed a fierce gold of anger. As the bell tried to attack again, it was stopped by the army of un-dead. At Arcas's command, they had intervened. The Noah of 'Despair' turned to his prey.
"Pray to the God that I hate, Exorcist." Arcas murmured, "Pray to him for your salvation and my redemption."
...
Revisiting the present, Arcas felt a small pang of something he ought to have lost. Hope, the wish to be saved was still lingering somewhere within him. It had been denied and ignored for so long, Arcas had almost forgotten being human. Noah, as what he was told, is a Human with extraordinary features, and they were set apart from humans by being inhuman. Conflicting? Yes.
He stood up from his seat, eyes resuming its former brown. "Good night, Exorcist." He reached for the flat cap he kept inside his coat and wore it, wincing slightly as he moved his injured arm. "I believe you deserve a sweet dream, at least."
Arcas left.
Road was hunting for Arcas's shadow when she saw a familiar face belonging to a boy in his late teens. Short dark hair and deep blue eyes, the teen had such fair complexion it would cause girls to scream. He had a bag of groceries in his right arm while his left hand held onto a piece of paper and was reading it while walking towards the direction of the First Child.
Road's grip on Lero, the umbrella, tightened, as he came closer. Eventually, he strolled passed her.
The man never spared her a glance.
"Road-sama?" Lero whispered the question. It had never seemed Road had ever behaved in such manner. She was always smiling, scheming, but never sad or troubled. It wanted to ask, yet it was not possible. One, he was afraid of Road, and two, they were standing in the middle of a crowded street.
Silently, Road turned to follow the man with quick steps. Lero bit back a gasp of surprise.
Brown coat, a white collared shirt beneath and a pair of black trousers which mirrored the color of his leather boots, the man was just like any man walking on the busy road. There was nothing extraordinary about him, so why were her feet trailing after him? Why was every fiber of her being asking her to follow him, while her mind screamed to stop?
Like every member of her family, she had a life outside the dark world once. She had once been truly happy and grieved.
The memories of long past.
...
"You don't like being teased, do you, Road?" The man inquired, chuckling softly. His voice was music to her ears, a melody she would never forget.
...
Although Road had the appearance of a teenager, she was in fact way older than many living man on Earth. Needlessly to say, she would have made countless memories. They overlapped each other, and after certain amount of time, she would soon forget - wiping it off like an eraser on pencil-work.
Yet Road found herself unable to forget this. A memory retained so long, from the time she was not a Noah. It was the image of a man and woman, of him and her, in some faraway time and land.
In those blurred pictures, he was smiling, and so was she - a picture of happily-ever-after.
...
"Call my name again." He whispered into her ear, wrapping his arms around the petite figure tenderly. The girl giggled, feeling his warm breathe tickling the exterior of her ear.
"Alexandre Colville."
Said man chuckled.
"Good!" He praised, giving the girl a peck on her forehead, "cause' you'll be calling that a lot, Rhode."
They stared at one another in blissful understanding.
...
Tears welled at the corner of her eyes.
...
"Will you marry me?"
...
The First Child of the Noah Family remembered her answer.
...
With a bright smile, she nodded, a gentle word of affirmation passing her lips.
"Yes."
...
"Hello, Jonathan!"
She was knocked out of her thoughts when someone called the man by his supposedly name. She skipped to a halt not far away, watching as he exchanged greetings with his neighbor - an old lady in a white apron, busy watering her pots.
"Good day, Mrs. Morrison." The man named Jonathan replied, inclining his head slightly as a sign of recognition and respect.
"Grocery?"
Jonathan beamed. "Yea... Sorry Mrs. Morrison... I have to go home to cook dinner, so I'll talk to you later... Good bye."
The lady just smiled and waved. Jonathan bowed his head in apology and walked off.
His voice. How she missed his voice. No matter how many times he had reincarnated, Road would always remember him.
Her first love.
"Road-sama?" Lero attempted to grab her attention again, and lucky to say, it was successful.
"Let's go find Arcas now!" She said cheerfully, giving the umbrella a quick swing so that it rest on her shoulder. Lero, startled, whimpered at the suddenness and promptly started complaining.
Unknown to the magical item, Road was trying to hide her tears.
...
Once upon a time, a wish that gave her the taste of first love, and the death of a young man, was made.
Alexandre Colville was French. He was born with a silver spoon and family who loved him. He grew up happy, with smiles. He grew up to be a fine man, almost a Casanova, but never a heart-breaker. Alexandre chose the one he loved and stayed with her.
The one he chose was Rhode Anderson - Road Camelot was a name she took after being adopted by Cyril Camelot. She was a hard chase, but he succeeded in winning her hand ultimately and proposed marriage.
A happy couple? Indeed. Then how did this dream shatter? What happened that made Rhode Anderson become Road Camelot? How did someone who used to love becomes someone that toys with humans?
A fairytale goes wrong.
Alexandre has a sister- Alexis. When she died due to an illness, he was utterly devastated. He was alone to carry this grief, for Rhode was abroad with her parents and the rest of his whole family long gone. No one was there for him. Thus, when the Earl made the offer of her resurrection, he accepted. He became an Akuma, his soul and Alexis's entwined in a single body- bound to wander between life and death, to be condemned forever by God. Memories of the past, of those he cared for, no longer matters.
He attacked Rhode, and when she died, her Noah self awakened to this blunt reality.
Road Camelot was born.
However, contrary to popular assumptions, she did not hate Alexandre. For the sake of this man, she begged the Earl to release the contract. The Earl agreed. Alexis was allowed to go free. However, due to his 'sins', Alexandre could never enter the gates of heavens. He was cursed to endure reincarnation, to be a soul that carries thousands and millions of memories.
Road suffered with him.
Do you know why Road is the Noah of 'Dreams' now? Because in those illusions she made, Road sought escape from this life. In her world, everything would go her way, where nothing else but 'he and she' mattered.
...
Road gave a soft sigh. "I could never find one as perfect as you."
"Road?"
She looked up, startled to see Arcas a mere few feet away from her. The First Child had not sensed him as she was lost in her thoughts. He appeared curious. Said boy proceeded to slant the angle of his cap for a better sight of his family member. "What are you doing here?" He inquired when Road did not say anything. Arcas stood his ground, both his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers.
Road recovered fast. "Here to bring you home, that's what!" Her tone was cheery, yet the slight differences did not go unnoticed. After all, one of Arcas's talent was to sense grief, like how Road senses her prey. Road's aura had the traces of sorrow- he could tell. "Tyki's back and ready to go, tomorrow!"
Arcas, awakened from his thinking, nodded his head. He decided not to ask. After all, whatever it was, it was none of his business.
"Sure, let's go then."
The Noah of 'Despair' began walking towards Road at the same time she started to walk towards him. Swiftly, a door appeared at her wordless command.
They disappeared.
The world outside was raining a combination of mystic grey and white. The clouds weren't the least visible either. The usually bright colors had been dulled significantly in this weather.
Komui's heart, if possibly, was darker. Reever waited, fear gripping his mind as he saw that look.
The look of ill foreboding.
"We lost Daisya Barry."
Meanwhile-
"Coming!" Jonathan said hurriedly, cleaning his hands and rushing for the door. He was expecting to see his neighbours or perhaps, friends. However, it was a young lady, skimpily dressed and leaning against the side like she owned the place. Jonathan raised a brow at the sight of this lady. "How may I help you?"
"Jonathan Cross?" The lady inquired, her eyes raking his figure seductively. The boy felt utterly exposed under her gaze.
"Another?" The boy snorted, folding his arms and too, leaning against the frame of the door. When the lady just smiled, he took that as an answer and asked, "What does he want?"
"First off, good day to your mother..."
The boy rolled his eyes, "My mum's dead."
"... Second," She continued, as if she had not been rudely interrupted, "he wants you to bring Pandora and meet him at China."
"China?"
The lady just nodded her head and pushed manes of red locks to her back.
"That's half way across the world!"
At his exclamation, she reached into her pocket and stuffed Jonathan three bundles of cash. "Take this money and go, he says." The woman leered, "Unless you're too scared to do that."
Jonathan blinked. The next thing he did surprised the woman a little. He smiled sweetly.
"Tell him he's got it."
The boy slammed the door in her face.
The woman, not offended the least, smiled. She lighted a cigar and savored it, the taste of grey smoke relaxing her. Looking up towards the darkening skies, she murmured, "You're in for a lot of trouble..." As she walked across the streets, she turned sharply into a dark alleyway, her fair skin receding to a bright gold. The machine had a bold, big cross etched on the mask it wore. "Jon... God bless ya."
Bending her knees, she kicked off and took flight.
Callasea:
It has been mentioned at the previous chapters that Arcas do have the power to crush things. (Hint: At the chapter he first appears as a Noah)
and... Aha, sorry, he died. Okay, so the plot deepens... I have to say, with Cross being a womaniser, I'm surprised he have no children in the anime/manga. It's puzzling... and add to the fact I want him to have a son, I'm gonna let him have one. I'm sorry to all fans out there who wanted him to be single in all ways~~~ (Btw, I was inspired by the scene where he hugged Allen in the manga...)
My next chapter are focused on Allen and Kanda, but I'm afraid I have to push them back a little because 1. I forgot some details and 2. They have a super plotty scene... The twist alone are giving me headaches... Ha.
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