Caretaker
Black Is Her Favourite Colour
A sudden explosion occurs outside Alli's cell. Her hearing is damaged even more. Someone comes in, but she can't see them through the smoke. They grab her by the waist and hug her. She's suddenly lifted onto their back and starts to hear more explosions. She doesn't remember anything that comes next.
"Have you ever seen these before?" she asks her companion. The girl smells the roses in front of her. "They're blood red, which is my favourite colour. What's yours?"
"I don't know, I guess it might be black," the companion says. She never really thought on the subject of "favourite colour" before.
"Why?" the girl inquiries.
"It describes my life," the companion answers. "It's been dark and hurtful, so it's a perfect match for it."
"That sounds as though you need some happiness in your life," the girl says.
"Yeah, you're right. . ."
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"You're going to pay for that," Alli says whilst entering upon a certain man's office. Sheril glances towards the bombarding girl with surprise.
"What do you mean?" he inquiries slightly as he clearly notices the golden-haired girl's anger.
"You said it would be short; it took me two days! Not only that, but my hearing problem had become worse over the course of those days. Now, I can barely hear in my right ear!" Alli exclaims in outrage. Sheril purses his lips.
"Sounds as though you need to have that fixed," he states after a moment. He then gestures the girl sitting in the chair across from him to his right. "I would like you to meet Liza."
Alli turns to the girl. She's immediately awestruck at this girls appearance. She has bright red hair, close to flame coloured, and spikes slightly to the top. A rose appears to be scarred down her neck, and ends slightly near her right eye. There's also three lines underneath, and above the same eye; Alli assumes they're battle scars, just like hers. She wears a trench coat that unbuttons by the waist, and flaps around by her knees when winds gently passes into it. The lining in which surrounds the buttons and the flaps are a deep purple. Her pants are a medium gray, and are held by a black belt. Her boots seem to have three flaps; each that go up to her knees. An undershirt is seen, and is purple just like her lining.
She was gorgeous.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you," Alli says finally after conjuring words out of her brain. Liza smiles slightly as she takes the girl's hand.
"It is nice to meet you as well," she says with a heavy Estonian accent. Alli presumes that she must be from there.
"Where did you come from?" she asks whilst pulling her hand away.
"I transferred from the Order; I felt unwelcome and felt the need to come here instead," Liza answers solemnly. Alli nods, understanding what she feels.
"Believe me, I know exactly how you feel on that part," she says in agreement. Liza smiles in gratitude.
"At least someone does," she mutters quietly. "So, I hear you have a hearing problem?"
"Ah, yes. I should probably get that fixed if I'm going to go on another mission soon," Alli states as she remembers why she was there in the first place.
"I never got your full name, what is it?" Liza asks politely.
"Huh? Oh! My name is Allison Kinn," Alli answers with embarrassment. "You've probably met my annoying big sister already, Gabby."
"Oh, her!" Liza exclaims, remembering the name. "She helped me with knowing my way around here. She seems very nice, and way too young to be your sister."
"Yes, it's a long story, but I'll explain that later; I need to go fix my ear," Alli says as she lifts herself from her chair. Sheril stops her before she exits.
"Wait! You almost forgot something." He reaches into his drawer and pulls out a file. "Here's your next mission, and you're bringing Liza along with you."
"Great!" Alli takes the folder and opens it. Paris. "I hate you."
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"So, did you find a new favourite colour?" the girl asks as her companion walks in to sit next to her.
"No, it's still black," the companion says bluntly.
"Why?"
"Black is a very intimate colour. It stands for darkness, emptiness, and many more. I've had so much happen in my life, and everyone of those is at least apart of it. Black is the only thing that can tell the story; my only solution to my equation."
"What about red? Red is very pretty, especially with roses."
"Red is the same. It stands for the blood that is shed in my life as well. Too many have died in my life, and my blood has been splattered across everything that has gone in my path. Nothing can compare to it; it is the symbol of death."
"How about blue? The sky shows it everyday, and the clouds are white with happiness just like the suns yellow shine."
"Blue stands for the depression and sadness that we endure in our lives. Its dark, gloomy shade could mean anything, but not happiness. It's the same as black; it shows emptiness and a fragile being that has no self-confidence to life their life anymore. Just like me."
"You mustn't like yellow, green, or orange then huh? Along with purple or pink?"
"The colours out there represent so much in this world. The ones I have explained are the true meaning of 'colours' in the world. The other ones are fillers. People like to cloud their emotions by presenting bright and passionate things into their lives. Not only are they lying to themselves, but they're telling the truth as well. Those bright things you call 'orange, yellow, pink, green, and purple' are nothing but fillers in someones empty heart."
"So all of these colours are just emotions and fillers for any who endure them?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you wearing white?"
Durr hurr. Introducing Liza Akuma! Thanks to SpiderWraith for letting me include her in the story. I hope she's a good asset to the upcoming sequel and ending! So the color thing; that was Shadow's former self and Alli talking. It's another part of the sequel that's coming up! Wondering why they're going to Paris again? Read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own DGM, Hoshino does~ Nor Do I own Matt Kamelot, Wanderer does~ As well as Liza Akuma, SpiderWraith does~
Claimer: Anything not mentioned in DGM, belong to me~