Title: Karagoz:
part two
Author/Artist: Kotonaru
Fandom:
D.Gray-man
Pairing/Character:
Deesha Barry
Theme:
Stop for 25streetsigns at Livejournal
Rating:
PG
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man belongs to Hoshino
Katsura. I'm just borrowing it.. and trying to make sense of
it.
Note: "Karagoz" is a traditional Turkish character
found in shadow theater. The character is a is a trickster whose
sole interest is sleep and eating. His name is a compound of "kara,"
which means black, and "goz" meaning eye.
In hindsight, maybe stealing from a nun, of all people, really wasn't such a good idea. Hindsight kinda worked like that. He screwed up, and it pointed it out after. Yeah, thanks. That did him a lot of good now.
But the nun wasn't really a nun, Deesha determined after a week of "study". More like a witch in a real clever disguise. He kinda wished he'd thought of it. But, since this nun was really a witch, God wouldn't mind he swiped the bell (which, with any luck, was the source of her powers) ... at least, that's what the young Turk hoped. He didn't pay much attention to the Bible.
The eleven-year-old was hoping for a lot of things right then, actually. At the top of that list, there was a bleak hope that the angry mob chasing him, with hooks and nets in hand, would just forget about the whole thing. The bell's ringing (that didn't give him headaches anymore) echoed down the streets, announcing his presence and his crime.
In that next few moments, a number of unexpected things happened. For starters, a gang of well-dressed teenage boys hiding in the doorway of a peasant's house rushed out and formed a barricade in front of him. Deesha bounced off the wall of fresh cotton shirts and fell with a loud thud (it was the closest to clean clothes he'd been in a long time), and the bell fell from his grasp with a clatter on the cobbled streets.
Two, when the bell's ringing should have died away, it continued and resonated louder and louder until Deesha should have been writhing on the ground in pain.
And as sure as the fact that three comes after two, when Deesha slowly rose to his feet he saw that the fishermen who were chasing him, as well as the teens, all were hunched over and clutching their heads. Some screamed in pain, others beyond screaming. Deesha would've felt more sympathy for them if they hadn't been after his head not long ago.
Not one to waste a good opportunity when he saw one, Deesha bolted through an alley and climbed a conveniently placed pile of crates onto a roof and crossed several more until settling in the attic of an abandoned house... of course, not before grabbing the bell. The nun may have been a witch, but the bell was his now.