Every Beginning Begins With An End
Summary: Is what my dad used to say and I had no clue what he meant. Until now. I now have to figure out where I am exactly without drawing suspicion to myself. But that ends up getting harder and harder to do as the years pass. Not to mention I'm stuck in the body of a child.
Warning(s): Contains violence and mild swearing. I do not own D. Gray-Man, only my OC(s).
A/N: Two chapters down, four more to get back, and one new one to post. Wish me luck ^u^''
Recap of last chapter:
She slowly raised a shaky hand and pressed it against my cheek. My body welcomed the contact with open arms and I allowed myself to lean against her gentle touch but kept my slowly focusing eyes on her.
When I felt my vocal chords open up, I couldn't - nor did I want to - stop the single worded question that slipped past my lips.
"Mommy?"
It seemed as if my near silent and slightly raspy voice had broken a spell as I saw new tears pool in her quickly lighting silver eyes when she held the hand holding my own to her cheek, feeling my hand slowly warm up as my heart started pumping blood to the rest of my body. My ears caught a chuckle from her, internally noting that disbelief was laced in the chuckle.
My eye brows scrunched together when I saw a single tear cascade down her cheek.
Though before speaking, I mentally locked part of my adult mind away and allowed the child-like one to take over.
I reached my only open hand out to her and wiped away the tear as I said, "It's okay Mommy. There's nothing to be sad about, see?" I slowly sat up, ignoring the protests of my body yelling at me to lay back down, and flashed her a toothy smile, "I'm fine. Are you hurt, Mommy?"
She shook her head as a small smile split her face, "No," She pulled me into her lap and wrapped her arms protectively around me, "Mommy's not hurt. She was just worried about you, you were sleeping for a long time."
"I'm sorry for making you worry." I muttered, feeling guilt seep into me and tucked my head under her chin and started fidgeting with the top strings on her dress, letting the feeling of protectiveness surround me as this was a new feeling.
A few chuckles resonated through her chest, "It's alright sweetie. How about we get out of the hospital and go back home?"
I silently nodded and stayed still as she stood up and put the blankets back on the bed before walking out of the room and into the hall without her letting go or loosening her grip on my small body.
When we entered the hall, the noise that was faintly heard from the room stopped. I glanced up and saw that everyone in the hall was looking at us, or more specifically.
Me.
I twitched nervously and buried my head closer to her and tried focusing on my mother's calming heartbeat as I pressed closer to her.
"Why are they looking at me?" I whispered, feeling everyone's eyes trained on me as we walked down the hall. I mentally noted that there were no modern medical equipment anywhere in the hall way which made it look older. I then saw that pretty much every single person was wearing clothing that looked like it was from the 19th century.
"There's no one looking at you sweetie." She reasurred with a hint of venom targeted at the ones who were starring, which I pretended not to notice.
A split second later, I no longer felt the stares but I still kept my head comfortably hidden in the junction of my mother's neck. We both didn't pay attention to the whispers that would enter our ears from time to time and ignored them as she carried me to the main part of the hospital.
When we had entered the main room, both doctors and nurses swarmed us telling how I had to stay overnight so if something happened they would know right away. My mother ignored each and every one of them as she kept walking forward towards the entrance with an unwavering, iron grip on me.
I glanced at one of the doctors closest to me and looked straight into his eyes where I saw an unreadable glint that made itself known whenever he would glance down at me and send shivers down my spine.
I don't trust them at all. I thought, breaking eye contact and pressed my slightly shivering body closer to the comfortable source of warmth to get away from the people surrounding us. I felt the air outside my mother's protective warmth grow colder as I saw her eyes narrow into a glare out of the corner of my eyes. The medical professionals trembled violently under her glare and let us outside with no protest.
Taking the moment to look around without moving, I saw carriages being pulled down the street by horses. From what I could see, there was no cell phones, cars, or any other piece of technology I was used to seeing.
Confusion silently made itself known, Why would I die, wake up as a child, and find out that I ended up going backwards in time? I wondered as Mom navigated seamlessly through the crowds of people as if it was nothing. Not a single person even glanced our way, dogs didn't bark at us, and she would simply dodge the kids that were about to crash into us.
Almost as we were invisible.
When we were outside the busy city, I took advantage of the afternoon sun and glanced at my mom.
The tear streaks already dried up and the redness as well as the puffiness in her eyes had gone down so I could see her eyes better. Her eyes were a soft platinum color that had happiness, curiosity, and a receding sadness swimming in them with her facial structure sharp with no evidence of wrinkles anywhere making her look about twenty with a slight tan. I moved my eyes to her hair and noticed that even though it was hanging limply, I could tell that it was normally wavy and the color was a light brown with the ends of her hair reaching past her shoulders and tickling the top of my head. Her dress was a plain and simple one with it reaching to her feet and long sleeves the same earth brown as the rest of her dress.
I looked at my hands that were curled against my chest and was met with porcelain-like skin unlike the tan skin I was used to having. Not to mention that the hospital gown that I was still wearing was a few sizes too big for me and even though it had short sleeves, they ended right below my elbows and the bottom of the shirt stopped right in between my feet and knees. I made a silent note to find a mirror to see what my eyes and hair looked like as we came across a small village.
I couldn't help but think that if we were any one else, we would've walked straight through without even knowing that we had entered. The people that looked our way had a nasty scowl form the second their eyes landed on us. Mothers would guide their children away from us and no one would walk up to us.
What the hell? I thought, keeping my head low as my mom walked to the outskirts of the town and entered a small, run down house that either needed to have a complete makeover or needed to be torn down immediately.
"I'm going to lay you down alright? I don't want you to get up unless you have to go."
"Okay Mommy." I let her set me in a room connected to the main part of the house which had a kitchen and dining room with the furniture and pretty much everything else needing to be replaced with newer models. The room was in slightly better condition with almost no holes in the ceiling but you could still tell that it had seen better days.
The only window in the room was cracked in multiple places with glass shards scattered on the floor below. The dresser was more like a night stand than anything else with cracks and scratches layering the wood and the drawer handles replaced with worn-down string and I could just barely see the pictures that were placed on the top along with a small mirror. The mattress however seemed like the only thing in the room that was in relatively good shape if you ignored the spots where you could see inside of it along with the dry dirt that caked a few places.
She gently set me on the mattress and placed a thin, but clean, blanket over me before rubbing my forehead and planting a kiss, "If you can, try to sleep. Alright, Kai?"
I grinned for multiple reasons.
My name hadn't changed which I was glad about.
And despite the scorn that was aimed at us, my mother was trying her best to raise me, "Alright." I said, rubbing my eyes before closing them and slowed my breathing down while relaxing my body at the same time, making it seem as if I was already in a deep sleep. Making sure that I was breathing seemed like the main thing that she was concerned about as I felt a gentle touch on my chest that would follow the increase and decrease every time I would take a breath.
"You gave Mommy quite a scare Kai," She whispered, planting one last kiss on my forehead before taking a shaky breath, "I thought I lost you when your heart stopped beating for a whole day." I could practically hear the tears she was about to spill as I heard her walk away and shut the door, my ears faintly hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away before they disappeared all together.
My heart stopped beating for a whole day? I questioned, moving the blanket off of me and slowly walked to the dresser without a sound so I wouldn't alert my mom that I was still up and quietly picked up the small mirror, looking at my reflection.
Though the sun was no longer up, the moonlight allowed me to make out both my hair and eyes as well as the rest of my facial features.
The first thing I locked on to was my eyes.
They were a combination that I would've never seen before. My eyes were a combination of three separate colors all together with a crystal blue surrounding the pupil before stretching outwards slightly and bleeding into the silver that was dominating the outer rims of the iris. The third color was a lot harder to see, I had to hold my breath so I didn't fog up the mirror and had to lean extremely close to my reflection to see the delicate specks of gold that were scattered in between the pupil and the blue in both eyes.
I backed up until I could see just my face in the mirror and noted that the blank and neutral expression that I previously had had followed me here, making my previously large eyes fall about half way and dim just a slight amount. Everything about my facial features screamed child which I was urked about and could only hope that it would go away once I grew older, though I guessed that I was about four if not five years old.
My uniquely colored eyes trailed to the top of my head and was slightly shocked. My hair very nearly matched my eyes in uniqueness but it was something that I had seen other people have before so that knocked down a few points. It was a pale silver - if not snow white - color with the back tickling the base of my neck and the other strands falling straight down to my ear except for the few that decided to be rebels and stick off to the sides, giving me a slightly messy sort of look. I raised my hand and raked my fingers through my hair until some of the strands fell in front of my forehead, some stopping above my eyes but the ones across my nose didn't stop until it was almost completely covered.
Satisfied with the new discoveries and slight adjustments, I placed the mirror back and quietly walked back to the mattress. Not forgetting to place the blanket over my small body before curling into a loose ball and falling asleep for real this time with only one thought bouncing off the walls of my head.
Why was everyone avoiding us? Or were they just avoiding me?
A/N: Alrighty, Chapter 2 is done and over with. Now... onto chapter 3! :D