I do not own D. Gray- Man.
Only my imagination.
Chapter 3:
"So, the innocence is a guitar that captivates your mind and makes you want to hear it more and more." I said looking over the file on the train. "Why does it remind me of the story of the Pipe Piper?"
"What story is that?" Lenalee asked.
"It's a children's story that was taken from a poem."
"How does it go?" I sighed.
This was so troublesome.
But it was Lenalee asking- you can't say no to Lenalee.
"There was a village and they had a rat problem." I explained it in short detail. Those that know the story would say it's wrong to tell it like this, but I was always one to believe that it's the point that counts not the amounts of words you use. "They didn't know how to get rid of the rats. A piper came along and said that he would get rid of the rats for a set price to be paid in gold. The villagers agreed. He played his pipe and the rats followed him. He led then to a cliff and they all fell off and drown in the sea. That's the part most people remember and tell, but there's more. He then returned to the village to collect his due but the villagers wouldn't pay him. So, he played his pipe and took all the children of the village and led them and they walked straight into a mountain."
"That's horrible!"
"That's where the saying 'pay the piper' comes from."
"How could he do that to children?" She asked horrified. I shrugged.
"They didn't pay him."
"That still doesn't mean he should have done it." Lenalee turned and looked out of the window.
The first time I had met her was when she was tied to a bed in headquarters.
She was nine.
I had just gotten to the headquarters and was looking around. Everyone else was grown up. So I was surprised to see her there.
I found her because I heard crying from one of the rooms. I opened the door and saw her lying there, tied to the bed.
"Why are you tied up?" I asked her. She just stared. "Why are you crying?" She continued staring. "My name's Hannah. What's yours?" She continued staring. I remembered that I had a lollypop in my pocket. It was the one Mom and Dad had given me when I left. "I have a lollypop. Do you want to share it?" I had never had candy before- we weren't rich. I didn't know that you weren't supposed to share a lollypop. For me, back then, everything was shared. You never had anything to call your own. But I had guessed that you didn't share a lollypop by the look on her face. "I'm sorry. I guess you're not supposed to share it? In that case you can have it. Mommy said it makes you happy." The girl continued to stare. "Do you want it?" I asked her beginning to become impatient. She nodded. I looked at her hands that were tied up and I started untying the knots with my finger nails. After maybe ten minutes, she was free. She kept lying there. So, I helped her sit up. I helped Mom take care of Great Granny, before she died, so I knew how to do this sort of thing. I sat her up and straightened the pillows and blankets, the entire time she kept staring at me. "You know Mommy said it's not polite to stare."
"Sorry." Her voice was hoarse; her eyes went down to her lap. She started playing with her hands.
I put my hand in my pocket, took out the lollypop and laid it in her hands. She just stared at it. Maybe she needed help like Great Granny did. So I climbed on the bed and took the lollypop. I opened it, and then took her hand and put the lollypop in it.
"Daddy said you just put it in your mouth and suck." She looked at me and then at the lollypop, she put it in her mouth and started to suck. "Do you like it?" I asked her leaning forward on my hands. She nodded.
I moved onto my knees and came to about an inch from her face. Her eyes went wide. They were beautiful eyes- a deep brown color. Latter, when I would learn what chocolate was, I would say her eyes were the color of chocolate. But until then "You have beautiful eyes." I told her.
Then I touched her hair. It was like water running through my fingers.
Maybe I was being rude, but she was the first Asian person I had ever seen. Mother had always said I had the most curious mind God ever made.
Anyway, her hair was like water, running threw my fingers- I didn't know what silk was. We had cotton and wool. We weren't rich. Once I did learn what silk was though I changed my mind about her hair too- it was like silk. But until I did I said "Wow! Your hair is like black water! It's so nice and soft!"
I then moved back and sat cross legged in front of her. "My name is Hannah and I'm new here. They said I was complatlible, comtalible, that I was something with innocence and that I'm here to be an excorcroticet, and extorscists," I sighed. "I don't know, they used a lot of long words I never heard before. But basically I'm staying here to learn how to fight and to fight. That's what Dad said." She kept sucking the lollypop and staring. "I'm from America. I grew up in the Ozarks- those are big beautiful mountains. The guy here who looks like a bad dog and reminds you of a snake said I could go back home in two years to see my family if I was good and fought well. I miss my family. Do you have family?" Tears entered her eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean to you. Just keep sucking the lollypop. Does it make you feel better?" She nodded then took the lollypop out of her mouth and handed it to me.
"Share." She said. I smiled and took the lollypop, I put it in my mouth, and I think my mouth exploded it was so good! "My name is Lenalee. I'm from China. My Mom and Dad are dead. I want to see my brother." I handed her the lollypop back because it looked like she would cry again.
"Don't cry." I told her, patting her head. "maybe if you fight like me you can see your brother again. I have three. The littlest is only two, I helped Mommy take care of him. I want to see how he's doing too-"
"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind me. Lenalee's eyes went wide and teary. I turned around to see the dog-snake guy.
"I gave her a lollypop, so she wouldn't cry." I said and smiled.
"You untied her!" he yelled at me. "Three years before you see your family!" He tied Lenalee up and took the lollypop out of her mouth. He threw it away and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck. "You are not to enter this room or see Lenalee until I let her see you!" He yelled at me and threw me out of the room. He turned and closed the door. "Now," he said turning around, regaining his composer. "You are coming with me to meet your teacher." He walked down the corridor.
I looked at the door one more time and followed him.