Unthinkable
I do not own -Man, nor any of it's characters.
I only own the concepts and ideals of this fan fiction.
Chapter 1: Is this love?
Miranda woke to a knock on her door. She looked at her hands, back and front; and made sure her Akuma-weapon was still in place; hoping she hadn't done any permanent damage the night preceding. If it was called that. She couldn't exactly fight one with it.
"Miranda?" She recognised the voice instantly. It was Lenalee, Komui's sister… boy she had changed since Miranda had first met her. No longer was her long, green hair; or her dark, knee high boots. Lenalee had mellowed somewhat, she had become, a lot simpler, and also, had seen the side of sorrow and loss.
"Miranda! It's almost three o'clock and you still haven't been out of bed! Are you okay?"
Miranda jumped. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept in, just sleeping even. She thought it best if she hollered an answer.
"I… umm, sorry Lenalee, I was just… tired…" Miranda answered, watching as the fellow, female exorcist entered in her uniform. Lenalee laughed.
"Too tired to change, Miranda?"
Miranda quickly made a glance, noticing she was still in her uniform from the day before.
"Uh… something like that…" She answered, watching Lenalee as she carried in a tray of breakfast, complete with eggs, beacon and a large mug of English tea. Miranda sighed. It was nice not having to descend the order into the cafeteria; risking injury again from falling down the stairs. The food in the order was the best she had, in her entire life. Perhaps it was only because she had job now, or because she faced death at every turn… either way, it was nice.
"Lenalee."
"Yes, Miranda?"
"What happened too your Dark boots?"
Miranda saw Lenalee's usual cheerful smile disappear, and watched as her mind tried to concoct a suitable reply.
"After the battle on the ship, with the level three's… my innocence was, well, has, evolved… as Hevelaska put it. It's becoming, something different, changing, slowly becoming… Parasitic Type. At the moment… my synchronisation rate is under ten percent, for the time being, I'm as useful as a finder on the battlefield; although… Hevelaska says I may be able to achieve activation again… eventually." The Chinese girl replied, watching as Miranda's expression became shock.
"It's… really, that bad?"
Lenalee nodded.
The pair sat in silence, watching each other, as they sat motionless…
"Lenalee…"
Miranda asked, watching as Lenalee's fists began to unclench from stored anger and frustration.
"What do you think of Kanda?"
Lenalee looked up.
"Well - what do you mean?" The Chinese girl asked.
Miranda went red; she really had to control that emotion.
Her voice seized, as she tried to project her first few words, and as a result; they became rather mumbled.
"I, well… you know, is he nice?"
Lenalee smiled, knowing fully well what the German woman was getting at.
"If anything Miranda, he's probably the nicest man in the order," Lenalee answered, watching as Miranda took the mug of tea and brought her dark eyed gaze upon it.
"Also, one of the most powerful; besides the Marshalls, that is." Lenalee added, watching Miranda with a compassionate view. Miranda smiled at her; and returned to gazing into her tea.
"Don't let it get to you, Miranda; Kanda is somewhat… difficult. He is self-driven; and it would be unlikely, well, improbable… if he where to, well, you know…"
Miranda continued to stare into the depths of the mug, all her thoughts swirling, swelling, and falling apart. Just like the tea leaves…
Miranda felt Lenalee put her hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, sometimes Kanda's caring, sometimes he's, well, a dick." Miranda looked up and saw the Exorcist stand, then begin to leave the room.
"Lenalee…"
The Chinese girl looked back, and smiled. Miranda knew that Lenalee was her friend, probably one of her closest.
Lenalee left the room in silence after that, leaving Miranda too her own solemn, and heart-wrenching solitude. Miranda brought her gaze back to the mug of English tea, as she sat up in her bed.
"Allen and Lenalee where the first people to really understand me." She thought aloud, knowing her statement was true. "The order is, well… strange… But it's my home… And Kanda… Kanda…" Miranda placed the mug down on her table, and placed her head on the table.
The German felt her eyes began to water, dripping onto the cream pillow below. Her stomach growled, and churned in it's solid confinement as only one thought filled her mind.
Is this love?
Author's Note:
Ha ha… I had a lot of trouble writing this, sorry if I disappoint…
Also, thanks to all of you who reviewed and read, something I haven't actually had before… So I thank you all!
Sorry about the short chapters… This one was ranked at 700 something (Not including the Author's note, etc) I'm going to develop a plot in the next chapter; also drawing in some other characters… Just for the hell of it.
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