Chapter 39
Disclaimer: I do not own D.Gray-Man. Hoshino Katsura does.
A/N: Here's the next chapter. Enjoy. And thank you all for the wonderful reviews! P.S: I decided to put Vivere's battle in here first. Dunno why.
Feliske stared at the photograph with shaky hands, her eyes wide in shock.
"What is this?! Is this some kind of a joke?!"
The chocolate haired girl placed the photograph face down on the icy, cold, snow-coated floor and rummaged through the contents of the box, looking carefully at each photo hastily as she went. Kaze peered curiously at her, an eyebrow raised in question as he walked as quietly as possible to where Feliske sat tossing old photographs into a pile that had formed on the other side of the photograph from earlier.
It seemed to Kaze that the girl had totally forgotten his presence.
He put his hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to calm down, but instead, the thirteen-year-old exorcist screamed at his touch.
She spun around, eyes wide with fear and shock.
Kaze didn't understand. She had been the one who had brought him here. How could she be startled just by his hand on her shoulder?
He too knelt down as Feliske regained her composure and let out a long breath. He flipped over the picture that Feliske had first put face down on the other side of the huge pile.
"Why- What?!"
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Vivere opened her eyes.
She was in a room.
A very familiar room.
Where had she seen this place before?
The blondie looked around, her eyes analysing the area around her.
"Hey, what are you doing, staring around as if you've never seen this place before?"
Vivere spun around, her eyes meeting an uncannily familiar face, one she had always hoped she wouldn't see ever again.
"This is your birth place." The lady snapped her fingers. The surroundings changed and the woman smiled evilly.
"Don't you remember, dear, dear, daughter of mine?"
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"Why am I in this picture…?!"
Kaze stared, unblinking, in shock at the picture in his trembling hands as Feliske gulped, her eyes closed tight. '
"That's what we're about to find out," she said nervously, a hint of curious wonder lurking in her almond orbs.
She dug through the box quickly yet again, pausing at every picture to survey it carefully. Kaze moved over to the other side of Feliske, his eyes never leaving the boy in the picture. Carefully, he set the picture down, tearing his eyes away from it to look at other pictures in the pile of accumulated photographs that the chocolate haired girl had practically tossed aside in her haste to uncover the secrets of her family ties that lay in wait at the bottom of the box.
"How is this possible…?" Kaze swiftly looked through the photographs.
"I have no clue."
"We couldn't possibly be…" This caught Feliske's attention and she and Kaze stared, wide-eyed, at each other.
"Siblings…?" the two friends' voices were barely audible even in the silence of the wrecked building coated in snow.
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Vivere shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the haunting memories of her childhood days. Her father's beatings, her mother's abuse, her brother's death and finally the sickness that killed every one of her living relative a few years back.
"Dear, why are you trying to block me out. You are the cursed one who turned me into a Noah, aren't you happy?"
"NO! It wasn't me!"
"Ah, I sense denial in your voice."
"Shut Up! Shut UP!"
Vivere activated her innocence, her eyes wild with fear and hatred. Her katana emerged from the handy pen knife and she slashed recklessly, wildly at the Noah who claimed to be her mother.
She stabbed the woman cleanly in the gut, then pulled her katana out of the blond woman, blood seeping through the white blouse she was wearing.
Vivere pulled back, the wild look in her eyes now only a lingering spark of anger.
The woman's long, curly locks of golden hair fell in front of her face as her head fell forwards, her body doing the same but stopping half way.
What came next was unexpected, even for a Noah.
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Feliske lifted the white envelope out of the box gently.
"This is it." She looked at Kaze nervously, trying to read his expression.
The young gatekeeper nodded at her, determination written all over his face.
The chocolate haired girl pulled out a piece of paper. Parchment, possibly; it looked fairly old and if the thirteen-year-old exorcist had got it right, they used parchment in the old times.
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A/N: Honestly, people, I have no idea what I'm jabbering on about so do not- I repeat- do not believe a word of this. --
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Feliske's crimson orbs scanned the paper, her eyes moving as she read line after line of the letter on the old piece of yellowing paper.
Feliske, when you find this, I'm probably already gone.
Actually, I don't know if you'll be a boy or a girl; it's impossible with the technology they have at current to tell if you-the baby my mom is pregnant with- will be a girl or boy. Assuming you are a girl, you'll be Feliske, and assuming you are a boy, you'll be Ashke. I'm assuming you'll be a girl.
-13 years ago-
A blue-haired boy sits up in his bed, staring around cautiously. If he was caught sitting up when he should be sleeping, and especially when his condition could worsen if he did, he was sure they'd strap him down on his bed to stop him from doing it.
The boy looked at the piece of cream coloured parchment and his quill that lay on the bedside table. He had been writing an important letter before his pregnant mother came in and told him off, telling him to sleep before leaving with a kiss on his forehead.
So, Feliske, please listen to what I have to say.
The boy coughed shallowly. If he kept up his late nights, his cancer would definitely smack him in the face and quicken his death, which was due next month.
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A/N: I'd do anything right now to be an only child who doesn't have a goddamn brother who threatens my laptop whenever I don't do what he wants. -- Asshole.
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I'll be gone by the time you are born, dear future sister. I'll most indefinitely be gone by the time you come into this world.
I have lung cancer and it's getting harder to breathe. I pray day after day that I live a little longer to see your face, hear your cry, make your smile. But of course, that's just impossible.
At this point, Feliske was already crying.
She continued to read on.
A stray tear ran down the pale cheeks of the lonely boy who sat quietly in his bed.
Well, I'll bet that Tou-san and Kaa-san will let you know about this letter. I leave you a secret I bet only an intelligent girl like you(when you grow up) will be able to figure out.
But, first and foremost.
My identity, here's the clue.
The wind, the snow, the water and lightning.
One of these elements you will find,
Imbued with my name, is an element of peace.
In Japanese, it would be:
Kaze, Yuki, Mizu and Rai.
Whichever you find familiar would be me.
Well, when you find the answer, I'm sure you'll be surprised. But don't worry. You'll get used to it.
And sorry about the lame clue. I'm not as smart as you are. I bet you'll figure it out quick.
I end here, dear, future sister.
P.S: I am your brother before Hikaru. That makes me oldest.
Feliske wiped the tears away before realisation over took her.
She looked around at Kaze.
"Kaze…"
She looked at the picture again.
She pointed her index finger at Kaze, tears beginning to spill out from her eyes.
"It's definitely you."
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Fei Jia and Komui sipped at some hot chocolate Fei Jia had brewed for the two of them.
Both Komui as well as Fei Jia were starting to get pretty impatient. They were pretty sure, especially Komui, that Kaze and Feliske knew the urgency of the situation.
The two inhabitants of the room were duly surprised as the door creaked open and the two thirteen-year-olds entered the room, their faces hidden away from the views of Komui and Fei Jia, silent as death.
Fei Jia got up. "Where've you two been? We've been waiting ages."
"Let's head back," The chocolate-haired girl suggested quietly, "I'll open a portal."
Fei Jia raised an eyebrow at the unusually frank and direct attitude of her best friend, slightly annoyed at it.
"No, you won't."
Komui and Fei Jia looked around at Kaze in surprise, his topaz blue orbs softer than usual when they addressed Feliske but said exorcist did not turn around.
"I will," he repeated, a little more firmness in his voice than before.
"You're still weak from the soul binding incident," she said, still not turning to face her addressee. "I'll open it. It'll be more stable."
"I've already opened it. And this will be a chance to test my powers, to see if they've been restored."
"Fine," Feliske said, "Just don't push yourself too hard."
Kaze opened the portal, a bright light entering the room at the same time.
He struggled not to flinch, not to show his weakness, which he eventually masked easily.
As Fei Jia stepped into the portal, something tore at the young gatekeeper's heart, a piercing pain that continued as Komui entered.
He felt the pain ebb away at his life source even more as Feliske entered the portal. Suddenly he snapped.
Feeling hands hold him up as he fell, darkness engulfing him, the blue haired boy passed out.
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The Noah woman stood back up and the stab in her lower body healed itself and Vivere watched in amazement and utter shock as the blood that had been absorbed by the woman's clothes earlier was sucked back into her gut.
"Girl, do you not know what the Noah of Desire is capable of? A simple flesh wound like that will not harm me!"
Vivere stepped back, her eyes wide.
The room dissolved and instead, they were fighting in a very familiar field, one that Vivere was definitely sure she had been in before more than once.
"Remember dear? We used to go horse riding here when you were younger. With your father," she said in the voluptuous voice she had, one to match her sluttish appearance in the very outlining black dress she was wearing.
Vivere smiled slightly.
Scarlet (the Noah) raised her eye brow and questioned Vivere.
"What are you smiling about, dear?"
"I just remembered someone. He'd definitely go 'STRIKE' if he saw you in that revealing dress, especially with all of that cleavage showing."
Vivere's expression changed to one that portrayed anger. "And just because you try to bring up my deceased family members does not mean you are taunting me."
This surprised the ash-skinned woman. Her eyes widened in momentary surprise before a smile spread across her face.
"Well, I am sure your father, or my husband rather, would have preferred to be remembered, even if it was to taunt you my precious one."
"You have no right to call me that!"
Vivere charged at the woman claiming to be her mother who had just changed her clothes into a pair of Denim jeans and a sweatshirt.
"Now, who's the one who's over dressing? That little exorcist coat of yours. It doesn't suit you. Too fancy for a plain Jane such as yourself."
Vivere ran at Scarlet, her katana in an offensive position as she moved to strike at the new Noah.
"For the last time, I have the power to create anything I desire!"
As flames shot out of the ground, Vivere stopped short, her mind wondering.
"Hold on a sec," she said lowering her katana.
Scarlet's ruby orbs looked at her questioningly.
"If you already have the power of creation, as in the ability to materialize anything you desire, why do you Noah's and the Earl need our comrades Power of Creation?"
A/N: bored, busy. Gotta go. Bye!