Disclamiar: I don't own D. Gray - Man, some really awesome person does…
Allen is not a Second Exorcist! She is something else…
Warning: Fem!Allen. Me and my crazy ideas…Bad spelling and grammar... and keep in mind that Noah's are crazy…?
Special thanks: to Belletiger BT (my co-plotter! She deserves a lot of credit for this story!)! Your so cool for giving me ideas and helping with working out the plot bunny's! The title of this fic Belletiger BT came up with! Thank you! : )
Little Ellen sat at a cold metal table in that same room that the adults had taken her to shortly after waking. Her silver eyes wide and fixed on the young man before her. Bak's grey eyes looking in a box of things that he had brought into the large room.
The room had only the table and two chairs right now, and that's if you didn't include the machines that sat on a small wheeled cart. Ellen had quickly noted that a new older man was with Bak today, and the small child had heard him call the young man 'son'. That one young woman was also in the room, but Ellen didn't care all that much about her. She was busy getting the machines, the ones that the four year old recognized as the same machines they had hocked her up to shortly after she had woke, ready for whatever the three adults were going to do…
The older male kneeled down next to her chair, bringing himself down to her eye level. His mouth turned up into a small smile, and little Ellen quickly stretched her lips into a smile also. Her silver eyes meeting the man's calm blue eyes.
She liked Bak's eyes better, even if this other older man had a nice sound and even though his eyes were kind, she still liked Bak's better.
"My name is Edgar Chang Maltin." He said in a soft voice, like he was worried if he spoke any louder he would spook her. Edgar held out those sticky things that were attached to some red wires. Ellen blinked, her head tilting just slightly. "We are going to do a few tests. May I put these on you so we can monitor your heart beat and brain waves?" He explained just as softly.
The young woman scuffed, her blue eyes narrowing at the man that called himself Edgar. The small child's silver eyes turned her head to glance at the woman, her smile gone from her lips now. The woman's own lips twisted down into a frown. "She can only smile Edgar. There is no point in asking."
Edgar frowned at the young woman before he was looking back at her. Little Ellen stared at him for a few long moments. Edgar didn't speak again as he seemed to be waiting for something, but he then sighed and started to attach the sticky things to the visible part of her chest, and then to her brow.
Little Ellen waited patiently as the older man did this, her silver eyes halve lipped and watching. Her lips stretching into a nice smile just incase he looked up at her face. Once he was done Edgar stood and moved to stand by the machines and next to that young blonde haired woman.
"I think she's defective. She hasn't tried to speak since that first time, and that was two weeks ago." the woman said to Edgar in a low tone, not wanting small little Ellen to hear. But Ellen heard her just fine.
"Given what she is…well considering that, we don't know if this is normal. Keep in mind that she will not be like any of the Seconds." Edgar said back, his tone also low. "Anyway, she has responded to my son once, so maybe she will again."
Little four year old Ellen's attention was quickly brought back to Bak as his grey eyes turned to look at her. Ellen was happy that she had her smile already on her lips, because Bak quickly responded by smiling back. "We are ready when you are Bak." That young woman said, but Ellen held her smile. Bak was looking at her after all. He liked it when she smiled. The small girl took pleasure in the soft and happy rhythm of Bak's sound.
But it still was not right. It still was not the sound that she wanted to hear, but that was ok for now. Bak was placing things on the table and little Ellen watched Bak's eyes as the young man did this, not once looking at what he was placing on the table before her. Ellen waited until he looked at her again to widen her smile.
She was hoping to get more of that pleased rhythm from the blonde adult, but after a few more long moments of waiting, Ellen realized that her smile was no longer working. He was waiting for her to do something else. Ellen blinked as the young man pointed at the things on the table, his mouth smiling but his sound was no longer pleased. Little Ellen took comfort that at least he was not angry...
"I would like you to draw me something." he said in that same quit tone that Edgar had used earlier. Little Ellen blinked and finally turned her eyes to the objects that the young man had placed on the table. Before her was a box of color crayons and a few pieces of paper.
Bak waited a few moments longer for her to do something. Ellen also waited, her silver eyes turning to look back at Bak's grey. Why did he want her to draw him something? She didn't know what she could draw to get that pleased sound back...
Bak frowned and reached forward and took one of the pieces of paper and a blue color crayon. The young man quickly sketching a stick person that apparently was supposed to be himself.
The small child watched, not at all impressed with his skills, but little Ellen smiled anyway when Bak turned his eyes back to her. "Something like this. You can use any color that you want." He then offered and Ellen again turned her eyes to the box of color crayons on the table. "Draw me anything that comes to mind, anything you might remember."
Ellen blinked, her smile turning strained. She didn't see the point of this… Activity.
Her silver eyes slid from the small box to look at one of the men dresses in red, there were a total of three in the room today. The man coughed and then frowned at her gaze and Ellen turned her eyes back to Bak. She didn't want to color, she wanted to hear that sound that she was looking for.
The small child subconsciously started to swing her feet underneath the table, her small blue slippers having fallen to the floor a while ago, her feet moving in the proper beat to the sound that she wanted to hear. Both her hands came up and her pale fingers reached out, her hands now held out before her. Little Ellen had tried this gesture before and it hadn't worked, but there was no harm in trying it again. Maybe this time she would get the desired result. Bak blinked in confusion, his lips twisting down into a deeper frown. This upset her, because his sound was now confused and disappointed.
None of the sounds in the room were happy. Little Ellen wanted to shiver as the chill in the room grew, her outstretched hands falling back to the table. Her silver eyes turned to look back at the crayons and her pale left hand moved and pulled a crayon from the box. Everyone's attention on her now.
She chose a red color crayon. Because she liked red.
She brought the crayon down to the paper before her, it making a soft tap. Her silver eyes narrowed, she repeated the action, the same soft tap followed and little Ellen really smiled. Her silver eyes bright as she did it again.
And again.
She tapped to the rhythm of her swinging bare feet, her lips stretching wider as her eyes fell to halve mast, her attention focused completely on making the sound that she so badly wanted to hear. Her small white head of hair started to sway and she could dimly hear the machines making their own soft beeps from behind her.
Little Ellen was delighted that she could make that sound this way, but it was still lacking, so the small child started to hum. Her voice shifting to find the right pitch, and she knew when she found it to, because a chorus started up from somewhere else within the building a few seconds later.
Bak was watching her intently, his grey eyes completely focused on her. The young woman and Edgar were saying something about "readings being of the scale" from behind her. Her eyes closed and Ellen's pink lips parted. The words flowing like she was born to sing then. Her tune perfect. "Then the boy went to sleep~, and one or two ambers alive in the ashes flared up in the shape of your beloved face.~"
Bak's eyes widen and the two standing behind the small girl looked stunned. The adults in the room surprised that she could speak fully and with out a stutter, let alone sing like a professional…
The Chorus sang louder, and a new adult came barreling into the room by the time she reached the second verse, the black haired woman throw open the doors and stormed in. Her black eyes confused and her full red lips twisted into a deep frown. "Edgar what the hell is going on?" She demanded. Edgar only blinked in confusion.
The woman then paused as she realized that the small girl sitting at the table, the little girl that all thought couldn't speak, was singing. Little Ellen's eyes opened, her silver eyes flickering to gold for just a moment, her voice fading and silence fell over the large room once her song was finished. Her rhythmic tapping also coming to a stop.
Little Ellen could hear their sounds even after she had become silent, they were buzzing with curiosity that was lined with an odd anger…
Her lips slid into a truly wide smile, her pale cheeks stretching with the motion. Her eyes turned to look into Bak's narrowed grey. "I like coloring, may I color again tomorrow?" She asked softly, matching the tone that Bak and Edgar had been using in the beginning. Because she could hear that small amount of fear in Bak's sound…
Bak didn't let her color again though.
A few days later he brought her something else. The young man brought her a cardboard box full of instruments. Little Ellen found her silver eyes pulled to a small yellow plastic box that sat at the top of the others, on the top of this yellow box there were multicolored pieces of metal. The multicolored pieces of metal had matching 'keys'…
Her wide silver eyes had a hard time moving away from that little yellow box…
All the instruments were made from plastic or wood. Only a few had metal parts to them. The small girl realized that they were all toys. She would have been insulted, but it was Bak that had brought them for her. So she would let that go and just settle on being pleased. However, even though little Ellen had decide that she would be ok with the toys, that shadowy gentleman was not. He scuffed rather loudly in complaint from the mirror. Little Ellen watched out of the corner of her eyes as the shadow scowled in displeasure as he looked over the toy instruments.
Bak set the large brown box down on the ground and little Ellen turned her silver eyes to look at the young man. Her eyes watching the young man for permission to move form her set. Bak smiled at her, his grey eyes watching the small child quickly slide from her chair but then slowly approach the instruments that he was laying out on the ground. Ellen kneeled down, her eyes fixed on what was before her. "Would you like to play with them?" he asked.
Little Ellen turned her eyes to the other people that were in the room. There were more people then last time, about four new adults. There were also more men dressed in red, there being a total of four in the room this time. Though they hadn't hooked her up to those two machines like before. There were a few new machines in the room over in the corner, next to the group of adults. The small child had never seen the new machines before…
So maybe this was not a test?
Her small nose crinkled as she could smell the magic that was practically seeping of the men in red. Her small pink lips twitched down. She could hear the whispering, their sounds. Most of the adults in the room were nothing but cold, hateful, sound that was lined with a deep need to know…
But under that she could hear their fear. They feared her and hated her and little Ellen didn't understand why.
Bak frowned and his grey eyes flickered over to the small group for just a moment before he was looking back at her. He fixed a soft smile on his lips and his right hand rose, Ellen blinked and watched and waited. His hand came to rest softly on the top of her head. His long fingers sinking slightly in her short white hair and Ellen met the young mans grey eyes. He was nervous, but it was mixed heavily with excitement, and now that they were touching she could hear his tune, the core of his sound…
His hand pulled away, his smile widening. "Its ok. Would you like me…" the young man started but paused as the little girl reached out to pick up the closest wooden instrument to her.
"Not that one." That smooth and flowing voice sang out, that shadow speaking with disapproval from the mirror in the wall. Ellen narrowed her silver eyes and took her time looking at what else was before her, when her eyes fell on that little yellow box again, that voice was thick with approval as the shadowy gentleman spoke again. "Yes, that one is a much better choice. You will like that one."
The small child nodded and one pale finger moved forward and pressed down one of the 'keys' of that little yellow box.
That little plastic yellow… piano…
She pressed the next key and the next after that. She listened to Bak's tune, even after his hand withdrew, and played accordingly. She played for a few moments, the small plastic piano tingling and chiming out the proper melody (or as close as she could get with the toy that he had given her) that was the sound that was Bak…
"You play very well. Do you like music?" The blonde asked, his grey eyes blinking as Ellen paused. The small child titled her head to the left, her silver eyes flashing as they rose to look at the young man that was sitting on the cold stone ground with her.
The shadowy gentleman in the mirror chuckled, the sound lined with an odd amusement at the absurd question. Little Ellen had to agree with him…
What a silly question. "I love music. I love the piano." she whispered softly, her silver eyes turning back to the toy piano as she again started to play.
"What song are you playing?" The young man asked after another pause.
Little Ellen didn't look away from the keys this time, but her lips twisted into a delighted smile. "Bak.~" she sang out happily. "I'm playing Bak's tune.~" She giggled and started to hum along with the toys chiming. Ellen trying to use her voice to compensate for the toy piano's lacking ability.
Bak raised an eyebrow at her response and the small four year old found the look on his face amusing. Edgar soon joined them on the floor, making himself comfortable next to his son. Bak turned his grey eyes to his father in question. "Any reaction?" Bak asked the older man, Edgar shook his head before looking at her.
"Do you think you could play that other song? The one from a few days ago?" the older man asked her after watching Ellen play for a few more moments. His voice still that soft tone.
Little Ellen paused in her melody, her silver eyes turning to look at the two adults before her. Her small pink lips pulled into a delighted smile. Her fingers starting to play again, changing the pattern and rhythm a which she was pressing the five keys she had to work with. Her humming also changing to the song that she just knew how to sing. The song, that sound, she wanted to find it and yet she also now realized that she wanted to make it…
After the first verse, that chorus started up again, fallowing her lead. As soon as their sound joined in with her song did Ellen hear those other adults in the room gasp and whispering in confused and excited tones.
"Their reacting! All of them!" One hissed out in awed confusion. Another one whispered, "Yes, but why would Innocence be reacting to…"
The small child came to the end of her song, her nice smile back on her face and Ellen was ecstatic to hear the curious and excited sounds now coming off all in the room, except for that one young blonde woman, but then she didn't matter. Bak leaned forward just slightly, his grey eyes turning from the people behind her to meet the patently waiting four year olds pleased silver. His mouth started to open to speak, but Ellen spoke first. "What is Innocence?" she asked in a voice lined with true curiosity and naivety.
This seemed to genially surprise Bak, Edgar and everyone else in the room, and yet also disappoint them. The blonde woman though it seem, was very pleased by little Ellen's question. It was her that, a few day later and after more testing, proposed little Ellen meeting the other child.
Apparently she was the one that was broken. There were things that she was supposed to remember, but little Ellen didn't remember anything. She knew things, like how to play and sing music. But the small child soon came to the conclusion that was not what they had been hoping for…
The day she was to meet this other child, Bak told her that she was now officially and tactically five years old. It took him and Edgar a few attempts to explain the concept of the passing of time, but little Ellen waited and listens politely to the two men talk. Little Ellen learned that she was physically five, though she had only been awake for a total of twenty-six days. She didn't remember very much of her waking, just that it had been cold, wet and not at all pleasant.
It would have been better, if once she had pulled herself from the pool of water she hadn't been grabbed, dried of roughly, poked and prodded, dressed in a simple cotton dress like thing and then thrown into that first room…
Today she was finally offered something different to wear. At first Ms. Twi had tried to get the small child to wear the new items, but little Ellen wanted nothing to do with them. That was until Bak gave it a try. Little Ellen was more then happy to except the new cloths and with a small amount of prompting had (finally) let Ms. Twi help her put them on.
Little Ellen learned that she was small for her age, and it showed in the cloths that she had been dressed in. The black cotton dress was as plain as a dress could be. The black of the clothing making her pale white skin and stark white hair almost glow. Over the dress she wore an odd looking coat that was much to big on her small frame.
The small child frowned at the tips of her small fingers that were barely visible from the sleeves of the jacket. Her frown deepening when she lowered her hands to her side they became lost in the stiff fabric of the coat. The hem of the jacket fell past her knees and was almost as long as her black dress, but at least they let her keep her soft blue slippers…
But then Bak had given the new cloths to her, so she would be content with them.
"Nii-san," The small little girl asked softly, using a term she picked up from listening to some of the other adults talk. The term just seemed right to use, so natural, because she had this feeling that Bak reminded her of someone, someone that had grey eyes and was older then her…
Little Ellen shook her head and fallowed behind Bak as he walked down the hall. Her small hands fisted in the hem of his shirt. Her silver eyes wide and taking in everything she could see. Today was also the first time that she had been allowed out of the small room were she slept and that other large room that all her testing took place in. They were going to meet this other child now and little Ellen wasn't sure that she wanted to. She would prefer to play more with the toys that Bak had given her in her small room.
"Who are we going to see?" Ellen asked in a soft whisper. The young man looked down at her and smiled as they came to a stop before a door. Bak opened the door and pushed her inside, fallowing after her. Little Ellen's silver eyes immediately landed on a boy sitting at a rather long table. He had short spiky black hair and was wearing what looked like black shorts and a white short jacket.
Little Ellen's first thought was that he must be cold, because the little girl was always cold, though she was now a little warmer thanks to the overly large coat that Bak had given her. The boy turned and smiled at her and Ellen blinked her silver eyes at him. Edgar stood from his seat next to the boy and waved at Bak and her, little Ellen watched and listened as the two adults greeted each other.
"Alma, this is Ellen." Edgar said happily, and suddenly the boy was standing before her, his small wide and eager. Little Ellen cowered at how close he was. Every part of her was on edge, her heart beating in a fast fearful beat. Every cell in her body screaming for her to run or lash out.
She could hear the boys sound, it was loader then everyone else's and so much more different then the adults. His tune that lay underneath his sound was almost in sync with one of their sounds. The small little girl knew…
She could hear and feel the danger, Ellen was in danger because she was small… and…young… and….
…and…
Alma blinked and reached out and took one of her trembling hands, his smile looking concerned. Ellen froze and everything around her stopped and became silent, everything except for his tune and that buzz. Her silver eyes fell closed and then fluttered opened a few long seconds later. Her small pink lips twitched and then pulled up into her nice wide smile.
She didn't feel or see it as the adults in the room tensed, or that some of them were whispering in alarm. Little Ellen continued to look at the older boy that was still holding her hand, her other hand rose and pointed at a specific place on the floor to their left.
To where their buzzing was, to where the vibration that matched this boys tune was coming from. That buzz was angry at the boy and at the adults, but that didn't change anything. Her pale white face stretched as she smiled even wider, her golden eyes continued to stare at the boy as if in a trance. "There, your weapon is there." she whispered in a soft and flowing voice.
That was how the Asian Branch, sixth laboratory, discovered that little Ellen had quit an unique ability. One that the Black Order had full intention of using to their benefit.
Next chapter will have Yuu in it. I swear!
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