Caretaker
The Deal Of Life
"You're welcome, now leave, all of you. I have work to do." With that said, Gabby waves her hand. They all appear in the Order.
How's that for generosity?
It's been three days since the meeting with Gabby. Libya has taken her liking to the Order, and everyone else has to her. Except a certain samurai who hates her along with the rest of the world. Our golden-haired friend stands inside the psychotic branch head's office.
"So, what you mean to say is that there's a new Noah out there?" Komui asks as he places his head onto his folded hands. Caretaker nods.
"Yes, her name is Gabrielle and claims to be the Noah of Shadows," she explains whilst crossing her arms.
"Hm, how long has she been idle?"
"She says for twenty years, but I have a hard time believing here."
"How old is she?"
"As old as Road, and she's able to disguise her appearance. So she looks fifteen right now."
"What about the damage, any done?"
"Nope, we weren't there."
"What do you mean?"
"Gabby can create her own type of world, like Road, only she doesn't use dreams as a weapon. She creates an alternate reality inside your brain that makes you fight against some random entity."
"Hm, interesting. So, what's this about you hosting a Noah?" Caretaker is a bit taken back by the question.
"I do, but she isn't a threat."
"And how do you know that?"
"She made me a deal, and I accepted. She won't hurt anyone here, and can't contact with the Earl. It's all taken care of."
The chief is hesitant with the golden-haired girl. "You know what we must do if she takes over?"
"Yes, I've already conspired with the consequences, I'm not going to let her win."
". . . Alright, you may leave." She does.
The corridors of the Order are filled with the nosiness of the science teams. Shouts and explosions erupt from every side of the building. The golden-haired exorcist walks down one, listening to the angry cries of hurt scientists. She thinks about the deal in which she was given. The Noah had been promising with this offer, and Caretaker could not refuse.
She is awoken to her other self grasping her neck. She thrusts the golden-haired girl against the tree she had crashed into. Barely alive, Caretaker tries to glance at her evil twin.
"Listen up, human, I've just had a swelling chat with my other half. She insists I let you live, and share your body. So this is what were going to do, you can live on with your helpless life and kill the weapons the Earl has made, or you can die inside your mind and let me take your body as host, which would you prefer?" Caretaker's other self asks with a tinge of anger in her voice. The exorcist thinks it over.
"What's. . . in it for you?" she mutters as she tries to gain air.
"You'll have to see that for yourself."
"Alright, I want to live." She suddenly falls to the ground. She gasps for air and reaches to rub her throat.
"You made a bold move, now you'll have to deal with me for the rest of your miserable life."
So now Caretaker is hoisting a Noah that could kill her at any waking moment. She hasn't slept for days, afraid that it might take her life. But it didn't affect her. She'd been used to not sleeping for days on end, for her past required her to do so. She remembers her longest time not sleeping; four months and three days. It's her best record. She feels proud.
"I'm tired, when are you going to sleep?" a voice complains. Caretaker stops abruptly. Her heart races. She then starts walking again. "Hey, don't ignore me! I want some sleep, when are you going to go to bed?"
"It's just my imagination, just my imagination," Caretaker mumbles to herself. She hears the voice sigh.
"Please, I'm anything but your imagination. Remember, I'm your Noah," the girl says.
"What?" Caretaker asks deadpanned.
"Yup, I share this body with you. So that gives me the opportunity to use it whenever I want."
Caretaker can't believe what she's hearing. "I thought you'd stay inside my mind?"
"I said I'd share the body with you, don't you remember?"
"No, not really!"
"Well, think of it like this, I won't take control of your body, but you would only have to hear me talk inside your brain. How 'bout it?"
"Great, now everyone's going to think I've gone mad!"
"No, not really, you'd only have to answer in your thoughts. I listen in on everything you do and think."
"Oh that's comforting!"
"I know, I'm quite sentimental. Listen, I'm awake when your awake, now go to sleep!"
"How do I know you're not going to take my body as I sleep?"
". . . Okay, you have a point there-" Caretaker rolls her eyes "-but that doesn't mean you won't have to sleep! You could just come inside my mind instead!"
"Why would you offer me that? Then would mean you would never take control of my body."
"I'm being generous, just like you should with this offer. It's a one-in-a-lifetime thing! I'm a Noah, I don't show generosity."
". . . Alright, you've a point there."
"Great! Now, just enter a washroom; I need a mirror for this to work." Caretaker does so. When she sees a reflection of herself in a full body mirror. "All right, now, step inside the mirror."
Is she crazy?
"Just a bit," she answers. Caretaker sighs with annoyance. She steps through the mirror and a sudden sensation of cold breezes past her face and body. Warmth is felt again, and she opens her eyes. Her Noah stands ten feet in front of her. Her hair is straight and a bright turquoise blue. Her bangs are cut straight across her forehead, and cover her golden eyes a but. Her skin is a brown, just like a Noah's, and her shirt is a black tank. Her skirt falls to her knees with a white color. Her stockings are knee high with purple and black stripes. She wears dress shoes, just like Gabby's. Her hands are at her hips and she seems annoyed by the golden-haired girl's presence.
The area itself is exactly like Gabby's main room. The floor checkered with the same colors, and candelabras are between three doors across from Caretaker. Two large bookcases are on both sides of the room. The seem to tower endlessly to a dark fog above. A door is next to her that stands next to one of the bookcases. In front of the case on the left sits a Victorian style loveseat. It's purple with black lining and designs. Next to it is a small table that hoists a lampshade on top. Another one is closest to the door. It holds a tower of books; big to small.
"Whoa," is all the golden-haired exorcist can say. The Noah rolls her eyes.
"Yes, it's so smashing," she says sarcastically. "It's called the Great Library of Records. Each book here contains someone's life record. It ranges to new-born humans, to elderly that are about to die. It was the Noah of Shadow's job to collect any data on humans that the Earl needed to know about."
"So, why did you leave your Noah side?" Caretaker asks.
"I wanted my own body to host. You see, I'm the Ability side of the Noah. I am the helper that comes with the Noah herself. I finally split from my Noah side and created my own way to enter a human body."
"And you found me when I was born?"
"Yes. You are connected to Gabrielle in some way, so I decided to have a bit of fun when searching for a host."
"How connected am I?" The Noah grins deviously.
"You're her half-sister." Caretaker stares at the Noah with a straight face.
"I'm sorry, what? I'm pretty sure you just said I'm Gabby's sister."
"I did. Your mother had another child by accident."
"Great, now I'm related to a Noah and are one myself!"
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing, think of it as a gift. You get a friend along with it!"
Caretaker glares at the Noah girl. "You're not helping."
"Sorry." The exorcist notices the three doors across the room.
"What are those?" She points to them.
"Ah, those! They are doors to the ark, though I would need my Noah side to help me with them. They're quite useless now."
"What about this one?" Caretaker points over to the lonesome one beside the bookcase.
"That's your room. Go on, give it a look." Caretaker walks over to the door. She twists the handle. Inside, there four-post bed on her left that is a deep plum purple. Across from her is a mahogany desk with a lamp and chair. Across from the bed stands a gigantic mirror that has strange words engraved on top of it. There's a bathroom on the far left, and a dresser that is a dark brown.
"Amazing," Caretaker mumbles. The Noah sighs.
"Yes, it's quite intriguing. Now, get some sleep, I'd like to have my own if you don't mind," the girl says whilst she grabs the door handle.
"Wait, I never got your name!"
"Shadow." She then closes the door.
-and that's what happened after the Gabrielle arc. Hope you like it so far, onto the next! Review please!
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